Ways to go at your boss's expense...

To shuffle from this mortal coil

Drink a pint of boiling oil

 

If that won't work then smash the printer

And spear your eye with a plastic splinter

 

Still not dead? Now don't be glum

Shove a stapler up your bum

 

But if none of this still works out

Fill your mouth with tiling grout

 

Then run into the bosses room

with a bomb, you both go boom

 

Take the nearest elevator

cut the cable, meet your creator

 

Climb up to the highest floor

Jump off the roof just to be sure

 

Finally, if all else fails,

Pierce your brain with six-inch nails...

The End

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