The story of a consultant, a lot can relate to,
I keep darkening paper, hoping for Take Two,
But nothing happens, for all ive fought,
Same people, same attitude, no matter what.
We do the sorry jobs, with sugar on the tongue,
Yes Sir Yes Ma’am, everyone beats the drum,
“You’re staying late”, there goes your party,
No one asked nor bothered about you shawty.
You do the work, slog over the weekend,
Had to send a mail, project is on a bleak bend,
And there goes your mail, you made it in time,
It rests unopened in his inbox till next lifetime.
Monday mornings, you’re up with a disinclination in mind,
Theres a meeting in office, cant help but bind,
You find you’re prime with no one around,
He rescheduled the meeting and took you for a clown.
They threaten you with your rating fated,
As if I care, Im amply inoculated,
The corporate world is surely a mess,
The best of the good ones, cede the moral dress.
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