My dear boss

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Your wrath was frightening,
I'm shy and humble.
Your sight was lightening,
Your voice was rumble.

I'm gazing at you,
I'll build you statue,
Build you a temple.

The people don't understand me dizzy -
I am in love with an old mean geezer.

The sea of doubts -
How far it shallows?
I thought: "He shouts.
It shows he's jealous"

For we were hiding
In our  shells.
Be open-minded -
My spirit tells.

All helter skelter
We're making of it
Won't give us shelter,
Won't give us profit.

You are suspicious -
The biggest loss.
But you're delicious,
My dear boss!