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.
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