The Assistant

The Assistant

When they gush over him, it drives me berserk.
He gathers the praise while I do all the work.

He blissfully gathers the laurels they strew
not once giving credit where credit is due.

When they think of his death, they find the thought numbing.
They think with his end no more genius is coming.

Imagine the shock that will light up their eyes
when the ideas keep coming, much to their surprise,

and they finally learn that the ideas were mine.
When his sun finally sets will be my turn to shine!

 

Prompts today are bliss, berserk, gush, laurels and death.

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

9 thoughts on “The Assistant

    1. lifelessons Post author

      I think so. When I quit my last job, my immediate boss offered to give me part of his salary if I’d stay. I knew by then he’d been blocking me from going on location because he was afraid that if I was given more visibility that I might be promoted over him.. but I was getting married and moving and did not want to keep the job at any salary. I think he knew I was the reason for his increased productivity plus the reason people started cooperating with him as they liked me but didn’t like him. I think he was fired within the next year…

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