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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