They prepared me for a colourful life ahead
And all I see is Monday blues
They said I would achieve dreams and beyond
But…my wings had to be clipped to fit the bell curve
They wanted creativity, motivation and spunk
But confined to the borders of a presentation
They eat, greet and meet..and words outrun actions
And all you hear is the constant din of murmurs…”strategy”
and “out of the box”
They abuse and align authority and responsibility in cycles
And one never knows which side of authority or responsibility
you are on
They call themselves the pay masters
And you realize that you are enslaved to a wage that drives
your consumerism
They want to show you the growth path
And you see the marathon that you run everyday to Friday
evening
They are always “sorry to disturb you at odd times”
But a deadline is just that….a line to reach dead or alive
They stand for transparency and open doors
And you realize the only transparent truth is
your bonded business suit 
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