CXXXV: A supervisor and a bumbling boss

In ego and in avarice was lost

the best of any soldier that we had,

before the golden idol of our boss

he worshipped more than us, and that is mad.

A captain of renown she always was,

but poor old master, he could not agree.

He had to rid himself of her because

she simply did his work better than he.

And now his grip is poorer, poor old dolt.

What idiotic move it was to take.

For now his soldiers wander, wane, and bolt

if ever there’s a service they might make.

Lose not beloved captains, stupid clerks,

it’s there that all your false loyalty lurks.