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Array ( [sid] => 55716 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Billy the Bos'n [time] => 2004-07-11 13:39:06 [hometext] => Working with professional women, a guy's gotta watch what he says every second. The rules are different, only ya find out after the fact.... [bodytext] => Billy the Bos'n had a free
And easy manner
He could share a joke, or laugh
And never give offense
But the times, they've changed
And this is not a messdeck
And these ladies aren't
Messmates, nor even shipmates

Oh, they can jest
And become ribald
With one another
When times are slow

But he dare not
For, if he forgets himself
And joins in the common revelry
He's labelled insensitive

It's like when Blacks
Tell Black jokes
And call each other "nigger"
And no one takes offence

When Whitey joins the fun
And that word slips out
In similar innocent jest
The easy laughter stops

Everyone steps away
He's coldly sized up
As a rabid racist
For his chance remark

Tho' he knows
It isn't so
Twas only a faux pas
He learns to guard his tongue

Lest he's placed
On the company's list
As a prime candidate
For sensitivity training

Now he's called an up-tight
Tight-assed Honky
As he selects each word with care
And dare not let down his hair

So welcome to the Nineties, brother
This is the modern double standard
And it ain't so much fun
Being a middle-aged white male
In the workplace of the nation.

Stoney, March 25, 1997
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Billy the Bos'n

Contributed by Stoney1 on Sunday, 11th July 2004 @ 01:39:06 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Billy the Bos'n had a free
And easy manner
He could share a joke, or laugh
And never give offense
But the times, they've changed
And this is not a messdeck
And these ladies aren't
Messmates, nor even shipmates

Oh, they can jest
And become ribald
With one another
When times are slow

But he dare not
For, if he forgets himself
And joins in the common revelry
He's labelled insensitive

It's like when Blacks
Tell Black jokes
And call each other "nigger"
And no one takes offence

When Whitey joins the fun
And that word slips out
In similar innocent jest
The easy laughter stops

Everyone steps away
He's coldly sized up
As a rabid racist
For his chance remark

Tho' he knows
It isn't so
Twas only a faux pas
He learns to guard his tongue

Lest he's placed
On the company's list
As a prime candidate
For sensitivity training

Now he's called an up-tight
Tight-assed Honky
As he selects each word with care
And dare not let down his hair

So welcome to the Nineties, brother
This is the modern double standard
And it ain't so much fun
Being a middle-aged white male
In the workplace of the nation.

Stoney, March 25, 1997

Copyright © Stoney1 ... [ 2004-07-11 13:39:06]
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Re: Billy the Bos'n (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 11th July 2004 @ 02:10:36 PM AEST
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Another well-expounded observation. I'm liking what you're writing. I have a female boss, and the biggest travesty is that she's distantly related to me - a fact I didn't know before I applied for the job . . . :o(

Keep sharing.

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