Corporate Life

Lead me home, Away from these fires And compromises of dreams inside, Still existing, slowly deteriorating Make no mention across The boardroom desk of a Yearning heart. Bad form. Bloody up the forecast. Wipe clean the plate For the next green leathered occupier To present their return on no investment. Earnings after taxes, depreciated. With composed discharge, Diminish the minions. Walk away from the policy And procedure of souls seeking comfort With tiny voices, Terminate and restructure, build and repurpose In a careful edit. Blind copy coconspirators, then press send. Feed the lion the monthly meat And while he gorges, hunt for more. Until you are served up.