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Who’s Boss?

Who’s Boss?

The entire family
were crammed into the room.
Not a vacant spot could be found.
They were of many different ages,
persuasions, states of mind.
There were daughters, sons,
and his wife of course.
The entire group was united
in the attention they paid him.
No one moved.
They focused on his eyes.
Before he spoke,
the room was as silent as a womb.
Tension, anticipation,
stretched the nerves to breaking point.
Then finally he uttered,
“What I say goes.”
Sure Hitler was
a more convincing orator.
But he didn’t do house-calls.
The old man did.

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