CCLXXXVI - The Company Man

Sung to the tune of Monty Python's Lumberjack Song.
Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.  

As is often the case, this poem did not end up where it was heading when it started out.


The Company Man.

Middle Manager

I’m a Company Man and a cliché,

I play the game and I bank my pay.

Typist's Chorus

He’s a Company Man and a cliché,

He plays the game and he banks his pay.

Middle Manager

I write emails.  I wear a suit.

I sport the company tie.

I always agree with my manager

And never question why.

Typist's Chorus

He writes emails.  He wears a suit.

He sports the company tie.

He always agrees with his manager

And never questions why.

Middle Manager

I write emails.  I criticize.

I claim the moral heights.

I love to rattle cages

Then sit and watch the fights.

Typist's Chorus

He writes emails.  He criticizes.

He claims the moral heights.

He loves to rattle cages

Then sit and watch the fights.

Middle Manager

I write emails.  I check Facebook.

I gossip with my mates.

I listen to the typists

Discuss their weekend dates.

Typist's Chorus

He write emails.  He checks Facebook.

He gossip with his mates.

He listens to the typists

Discuss our weekend dates. [Doubts in their voices…]

Middle Manager

I write emails.  I offer help.

I give advice for free

I feel it kindly guidance

And then they turned on me.

Typist's Chorus

He wrote emails.  He crossed the line.

He said we were not slim

He then ogled at our cleavage

That’s why we turned on him.

He wrote emails.  He crossed the line.

He never should have done it.

We cornered him one afternoon

And the heartless bastard won it.

We cornered him one after-n-o-o-o-o-n

And the heartless bastard won it.

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© 2012   J Cosmo Newbery

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