Sir

So many back handed comments, and such sharp words...
The insults roll off your tongue as if you were a natural, sir.
I know why you're doing this, and it's so unfair,
Since my predicament is something you decided for me.
I told you to change our contract, I need a shorter one,
Don't make me go over your head, you'll lose one.
Such sharp blade slice me from seam to seam
And you're releasing some things I kept locked up for a reason.
You don't think before you speak when you're angry,
And flowers won't cure what you spat in my face..
The perfume won't eradicate this putrid smell
Your insults just left on my skin.
Your brothers saw something leave my eyes,
And they're afraid of our future together, Sir...
If I can't work with you, I can work against you,
My offers remained open until the end of time,
Really.
I think you have cut me for the last time, Sir,
And I won't allow another fucking insult
To roll off that golden tongue of yours
As payback for FOLLOWING ORDERS YOU GAVE.
So let me tell you again, Sir,
Watch your words, I say this without threat,
Because I'm reaching my limit on your thoughtless comments...
And I might leave this firm with little regret.