I was summoned to the Office;
a call had come from corporate.
I knew no good can come of this.
Cautiously I entered the room,
and sat down hoping against hope,
that I could walk on the water.
Alas, the message was of doom;
and, no one could throw me a rope.
My own words lead me to slaughter.
I was flayed by corporate’s rod
and wallowed there in self-pity.
“They” could care less about the why –
Function follows form for façade.
Yes, compliance makes things pretty,
I wrote rules, I cannot defy.
“Don’t they know; this is an outrage?
I’ve forgotten more than they know!
Why do they have it in for me?”
“It’s true, then, you’re on your own page,
you take the lead and they follow.
Tell me, how’s that working for you?”
“I’ve lost the battle and the war.
I see the error of my way!
OK, fine I can change it back.”
“Wait, not so fast, you must do more,
it’s a pound of flesh, you must pay,
sing their song to avoid the sack.
Reverse the clout of the gossip,
and call them to change the subject.”
There is magic in listening –
From fond feeling flows fellowship.
“Hey, big guy, your plan is perfect,
your scheme is worth remembering.”
Lesson learned, it’s all good, again,
back in charge of my destiny.
“Through adversity comes enlightenment.”