Desk Queen Delusion

Clock hits start, she vanish in thin air,

Feet up at the desk like a throne’s right there.

Talk that unity, equity, vibe of the day,

But can’t lift a finger when it’s time to lead the way.

Whole floor looking at me like, “handle this quick,”

While she scrolls through her screen like she’s motion-sick.

Claiming she’s trained — nah, just trained to sit,

I’m carrying the weight while she carries… not shit.

I bend but don’t break, I rise, I stay gritty,

Running every lane while she’s watching TikTok cities.

If leadership’s a crown, she’s wearing it wrong—

I’m the backbone, steel-spined, built lifelong.

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Bare minimum boss, that desk-chair queen,

Whole shift drowning while she stay clean.

Talking big titles that she can’t uphold—

I’m the one stepping up, breaking the mold.

Bare minimum boss, watch me expose,

Lazy in the role while the workload grows.

If leading was earned, she’d never arrive—

I keep the warehouse breathing, keep the grind alive.

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She “manages” by hiding, that’s her routine,

Eyes glazed over, glued to a cracked phone screen.

I’m solving every crisis, plugging every leak,

While she disappears faster than a weekend sneak.

No vision, no hustle, no backbone tone,

Just a swivel chair, Wi-Fi, and comfort zone.

Calls herself a leader — nah, that title’s mine,

’Cause leadership ain’t sitting… it’s stepping in the grind.

I train, I guide, I fix, I lift,

I do ten roles while she just drifts.

If effort had levels, she stuck at zero,

Meanwhile I’m the warehouse unsung hero.

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Whole shift know it,

Whole floor feel it,

One shows up —

One just conceal it.

You can’t fake hustle,

You can’t fake nerve,

A title don’t mean

You know how to serve.

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Look—

I ain’t your backup, I ain’t your crutch,

You sit back comfy while I do too much.

Lazy ain’t a skill, and dodging ain’t a plan,

You a supervisor only ’cause the badge says “you can.”

Respect ain’t given — you earn that flame,

You don’t get respect when you hide from the game.

If effort had weight, you’d crumble under loads—

Meanwhile I’m pulling doubles, carrying roads.

I’m the storm, the engine, the push, the drive,

I make this whole damn warehouse survive.

You just watch it happen, detached and stuck,

I stand on work — you just stand on luck.

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Bare minimum boss, that desk-chair queen,

Whole shift drowning while she stay clean.

Talking big titles that she can’t uphold—

I’m the one stepping up, breaking the mold.

Bare minimum boss, watch me expose,

Lazy in the role while the workload grows.

If leading was earned, she’d never arrive—

I keep the warehouse breathing, keep the grind alive.