So you think that you can fire me
Or even just make me go
Well I got news for you
There's nothing I don't know
I know about the caucus
And decisions made by you
I know that we're in trouble
And you don't know what to do
Management blame the salesmen
But where's their input here?
They hide behind the process
They manage us by fear!
I've been around the block you know
Retrenchment's nothing new
I also know the process
Man, I'm going to put the screws on you
I hope you’ve got your facts right
Cause I know that I have mine
And if this comes down to evidence
Your arse is fried, slave, not mine
1 comment:
Another classic poem for the book (along with the fart poem)...and something I'm sure a few of us can relate to as well (also the fart here too)...
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