He slouches in office doorways
A piece of paper in his hands
Blabbing the latest scuttlebutt
The piece of paper is just a sham
He's talking to a salesman
The poor customer has to wait
Trying to get something for nothing
You can tell by the look on his face
His luncheon topic is insurance
What a killing he made on the claim
He's happy to let you know
He's training junior to do the same
You always hear about his wins
But never about his losses
His family knows all to well
Just who the heck the boss is
This verse could go on forever
But now that it's off my chest
I'm resigned to live and let live
The Goof-off can write the "rest"