Any organization wishing
Shall be done at
The organization wishing well.
Of course wishing well
Is not permitted except in cases of extreme emergency
And then only by molded corporate personnel
Who shall not attend to the needs of others
Except to the extent that such other's needs
Serve the systemic principle.
The principle is your pal.
As it is defined by the board
Whose mind, cored
With holes could afford
To whore, lecher, piss, kiss
Then miss
The deadline again.
Cast into the past
Again and again the trusty wooden head
Would tend to bend the path of time
To meet its own goal.
Considering not the conned sequences
Justifying its existence.
Would not the wet knot
Of corporate mold
Hold the cold
Light of reality at arms length
If it could?
With strength characterized by, but not limited to,
The nature of its intrinsic
Intricate
In triplicate
Individuality.
Alone we fight.
Together we might
Do better.
Except for the system.
"System and order folks"
The geography teacher said.
Order will out.
Always above or below or around.
We are within it
Can not be without it
That's what it’s about, it
Can not be escaped. It
Rules the fools
And wise men, too.
Who are fooled into thinking they can see it.
They can not.
They can only be it.
Destiny manifest
Trying to be the best
That life lets us.
We nod, prod, push, pull, squirm.
Worming our way in and out
Of the tree.
While someone or something,
Stands at the base
With a smile on his face
(Or no face at all)
And swings the axe
Cutting the flow off
And stopping the race.
Could it be
That the tree
Is constantly moving toward
The attainment of what it lacks?
Or is it at its heart
Just another part
Of the board?
"All aboard!"
The corporate call and
We all fall into line.
Executive smegma
The yes men, the fodder
The pleasers so easley getting along
So fine.
They are an intestinal whine
And the world their porcelain bowl
Of water.
They ought to get out,
But they are driven
By the desire to create
Profitable quality
Qualitative profitability
Profligate equality
The corporate blend blindly
Making the corporate bland
For a world that wants none of it.
They choke up the works.
"But folks it works!"
They claim.
The jerks.
They live to avoid the blame.
Why?
A sigh,
They are mired.
Goodbye.
You are fired.
By James Beyer
1985