It was a early June when it began.
The new tough guy came around our crew to bully and belittle. It didn’t work well as he was less than five feet tall, bald and had a bad case of potbelly with a side of Jersey voice. We all watched as he tried to win us over with his overt and downright unethical behavior. He was a lickspittle at heart, a racist on the side and overall a problem waiting to happen.
When he would walk beside our cubicles, trying to look over the top to stare down at each of us, we would blank our faces with contempt, not even giving that rodent a rat dropping to chew on. He made no decision. The contemptable nasty harpy like individual above him gave out his marching orders. He failed miserably even at that. There came a point where one might have even felt a brief bit of pity for this wretched thing. But even that was denied.
The tough guy tried to bear false witness against members of that stalwart crew and was rebuffed by those smarter and more able.
Eventually his failures began to outpace his ability to blame others and started landing at his feet. His intolerance, his small nasty views, they all came back to haunt him. Until one day, he found himself alone.
Without anyone to bully. A small man in most ways. Contemptible to many, irredeemable to any but perhaps the creator.
Thou art so sweet…