Image: “Corporate board meeting” by Stockcake
Your spirit’s so numb that you merely can stare
At the ruins of castles, once proud, in the air.
Through the tears of your blackest and deepest despair
Comes a chirpy “It’s alright, we’re still getting there”.
“So do you approve?” If the answer be true,
It would leave us all stranded sans oar or canoe,
It’s a failure with which one wants nothing to do
So, they say “It’s completely, my friend, up to you”.
It’s an ugly abortion and even the blind
Would be forced to revile the whole way its designed,
But heaven forfend that you should feel maligned
So one offers “It’s not quite what I had in mind”.
It’s an utter disaster, a failure so grand
That the whole of the group will be forced to disband,
In the teeth of their fate, so heroically bland
They observe that “It didn’t quite go as we planned”.
That last invitation caught you unaware,
You can’t go. You won’t go. They haven’t a prayer.
But your face dons a beam as you jovially declare,
“I hope and I trust that I’ll see you all there”.
It’s a risk. It’s a big one. But hope’s almost gone,
You’re convinced it will fail, but there’s no other song,
So you haven’t a choice, and you must go along
With “Let’s do it. I mean, what on earth could go wrong?”
Your resentment has festered until it’s full-brewed,
On your patience no more will you let them intrude.
They deserve it. You’ll put a swift end to this feud
With the coup de grace, “Well, I don’t mean to be rude…
Image: “Closing Down a Limited Company” by No Worries Accounting.
Stephen A. Linstead
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