The bitter cold snaps through my thinning exterior
As I spend another day on my posterior
Crunching through numbers and tables and graphs
When I should by out cycling I sit on my… plush office chair.
Forever ago when I still knew my name-ish
I swore that I wouldn’t become what I came-ish
Now to my chagrin I am choosing to sit
And listening to people who are all full of.. non-value-added information.
Yet even with corporate methodical junkle
I know deep inside their theories are bunkle
That someday I’ll willingly fly from this dirge
And fly south for the winter: corporate life’s for the birds!