Sitting in this stupid clown hall
Listening to Walt
Blather and all
Lies and mistruths are the theme of the day
But we’re all supposed to smile and say
Oh yes, dear sir, we love to commute
And please, dear sir, drop us some fruit
An Amazon gift card or a plaque of praise
For a job well done someone might say
My raise wasn’t nearly as grand
As the one given to the all boy band
It must be hard to fire so many
Call it a layoff or poor performance aplenty
It couldn’t possibly be lousy management you see
We were just told that by Petey, clearly
It’s hard to survive on a million a year
The beatings will continue until morale improves, hear hear
Why am I posting this at two on Saturday?
Because it’s all frustrating is all I can say
Many friends are gone, it’s a shame
But at least it is clear who’s to blame
I already dread the week ahead
Maybe by Tuesday they’ll blame again the Fed