Who Bosses the Bosses’ Bosses’ Boss?

Who Bosses the Bosses’ Bosses’ Boss?

Five in suits, standing tall,

Casting shadows, ruling all.

Each one stern, with power’s air,

But who decides what’s truly fair?

One commands, the others obey,

Yet whispers grow at the break of day.

For even the mighty, those who reign,

Answer to chains they can’t explain.

The smallest boss, with trembling might,

Feels their gaze, avoids the fight.

But above them all, unseen, unknown,

Looms a force they dare not own.

The bosses’ boss, who pulls the strings,

Shapes the fate of men and kings.

Yet who, in turn, commands their course?

Perhaps it’s fear, or fate’s great force.

And so, the chain stretches wide,

Power layered, side by side.

A quiet truth, a whispered voice

No one knows who is bosses the boss.