The Vevey Executioner

A verbal warning this day of redundancy, an end to Twenty-four years of hard graft, releases doleful innuendoes from those safe, left on the staff. Each dawn! That initiates, now leaves the sound of silence ringing, in one’s dependable mind, each journey down “Everglade” strange, empty and wry, now the dignity of retirement, fade from an unveiling sky. Yet! Upon this February day, the puppeteer of Vevey reaches out to the land of the “Long White Cloud” Weaving his website of hideous agenda, strategically infiltrating the very soul of simplicity, when lifting of the corporate shroud, upon an ethical unswerving crowd. His disciples cynically well versed, a subtle way his empire constructed, the turning of the Sabre of injustice within the wound. His greed insatiable. Shop floor loyalty marooned! Oh! Nested bird, pretender of family values, branded power taken from long ago sincere ways, who’s personified voice, continually heard on mountain peaks, within the valley, around the bays. Yet! This minute, many lives, especially those belonging to us “The Clown” Have seen in lieu, better days. Alas! Time does surrender each day the scaffold unfold, hour upon hour, one assumes a condemned man’s threshold. As the final moment approaches, the noose of disparage set, posthaste! The “Vevey Executioner” gets rid of his industrial waste!!! © Harry J Horsman 1999