The Manager’s Lament
From the small office window,
Across my land of cubicles,
I see three consultants converge.
Their gaze shifts towards me,
They sneer remarks untowardly,
Far too quiet to be heard.
For I am the manager,
Who takes their anger
And accepts all responsibility.
They could not have known
How I thought once I’d grown
Into an adult from just a baby
That I’d have great adventures
Dash from angry pinchers
And explore sunken wreckage.
Instead I have sold
As my life unfolds
My true dreams for a 401k package.
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