Cubicle To Convertible
Thirty years
stuck in a basement corner cubicle
Now retirement is on a countdown approach
Seems all you can do lately
is dream about that burnt gold convertible
Going from zero to sixty in a heartbeat
gives you a sugar express rush
To bad the office years didn’t go that fast
Making coffee for the staff,
coming in first, leaving out last
kept your job safe through all of the
reorganization shuffles
You knew the corporate drill
better than you let on —
New bosses love old hired hands
People come, people go ...
so it is in business also
Dot.com fast, market share growth slow
Hedge funds looking to be trimmed,
projection for profits got a narrow window
But you don’t care much
for those company Byzantine things no more
You’re ready to flee the cubicle,
hop into the shiny new convertible —
and burn rubber ... go go go
Head for the wide open spaces,
spread your wings and soar like an eagle
Making the dream come true:
from cubicle to convertible
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