These Changing Times Iii

(The rehab of a supervisor) My eyes! Saturated with industrial crap, eventually to intoxicate what’s left of one’s bewildered brain. My sight! Shackled to the delusion of corporate inconsistencies, when leading one’s head through each enigmatic juncture. My ears! Burn with unprincipled mispronunciations, after boardroom lampoons of delinquency miss the mark, especially when delivered within the queerness of each insidious secretion, only then to be viewed with suspicion, when basking within the formulation of one’s own comfort zone! “Labeled” Non aspirant when introduced to those emerging within the endearment of one’s company charter! “Without ambition” The blind clown of managerial youth articulates, one score and five not an option in this perfidious global arena. Astute! The annual assessment in place, only to bolster insecure managers. A feedback, to aid keep one in one’s place. The first phase of corporate correctiveness, complete with subtle innuendoes. Barriers! Put in place to analyze inflexible overtones, before pleading guilty of being in possession of too many answers. But alas! Enlightenment validated, only if, of a positive kind. Ah! Is this the answer! Positivity with in this negative world, where truth has lost its meaning in a labyrinth of corporate “Lunacy?” Seminar after seminar concoct to intergrade somewhat aimlessly with today’s intellect, corporate logic filtered through hidden agenda, systems of corrective surgery implanted, to keep “Shop floor” On track.” “I! And some, from a bygone era, ridiculed, insulted, with in the classroom.” © Harry J Horsman 1999