...like a BOSS.

national boss' day, duders.
that's today.
next-level 24-hour tony danza-type jauns,
from the future,
for those who knew the answer to the sitcom's title.
a whole day just for giving out some propers
to the tellers of what-to-do?
i don't know that i can hang out with that,
especially not on a sunday, son.
somehow,
it's even gayer than national coming out day,
and even less likely to get celebrated up here.
bosses, being bossy, just don't get many heartfelt hugs.
nobody likes the head ninja in charge, y'heard?
especially not independant participants.
don't boss me around, neighbor.
i'm on that maverick trailblazer solo labor-type sh!t.
and i'm not taking any orders, y'all.
*
busy tattbomb sundays?
since when?
since now, i guess.
blasting zaps like an authority figure,
gettin' live with the words, words, words
of semi-literate lettering and names of other other ones.
accompanied by a soundtrack of cherokee-language
synthesizers and drums, too, duders.
boss activation, and boss-style expertism, for sure.
i handled all my doo-doo doings today,
anyway,
like a muth-ucking BOSS.
huh?
bruce springsteen?
nope.
despite being born to run,
i'm staying in this evening,
large and in charge.
you expected something more?
well you're not the boss of me;
never quiet, never soft.....