Poem about Corporate Losers
“From the Ragged to the Rich” (a poetic rant)
I wanted to bring him success for the building of a product that was good.
After all, it was him who said Yes or said No, with his money on the line —
As was his right!
(He’s the owner)
But he squandered it all for the money or power that comes
To the guy with the keys to get out of the golden cage first.
Of-fucking-course he would
(I think you would too)
There was Energy. There was Trust. There were dreams and success
On the line. All I asked for was amity. That was all.
Shit hit the fan.
(I should’ve known)
What can I, unemployed, say to Him, CEO (COO), to pursue
All that we built, that I worked for so loyally, huh?
Pff. Allllllll was a ruse.
(I’m not the only)
So that he can retire before fifty? So he can be next in the line of the upcoming entrepreneurs?
Tech-savvy, clever accounting magician or not,
I lost life-time there.
(Can’t get that back)
And the workers who sit and can’t question or improve in their field?
Labor laws, Holidays, Salaries, Dreams come to nothing all
For this fucker’s riches.
(There’s liberal arts Education for ya)
Eat
The fucking
Rich, if you must.
I’m god-
damned
sick of it.
Quality matters.
People matter.
Crooks should tumble.
Kindness deserves its day
And empathy its seat at the table,
Preferably as the chairman of the board.
Piss-poor,
Crack shot,
Handyman,
County clerk,
Gamer geek,
Soccer mom,
Book worm,
Karate kid,
Ferrier
And nutty
Professor
Are all
Still
Worth it,
Lovely,
Human.
I don’t care
If the banks
Think it’s true
That one’s balance
Is the measure
Of a man,
If the laws
Of supply
And demand
Are the laws
Of the land,
Quality
Matters
Still,
Yet suffers most.
Carnegie and
Carlsberg and
Rockefeller knew
Fake
Money
Like
Yours
Won’t
Last
And neither I —
Mark my words —
Nor anyone else
Will cry
Or pity
The newly-poor fool
When the dark alleys
Where you slink
Conference-call
To name you
The keynote
At the dusking
Of your day
For its due,
To pay your debts
And force you
Facedown
The wheel
Of fortune.
