Middle Management
Eating Fat Helpings of Wind Pies
Here to Serve… Ha!
Did they forget?
Forget how?
Amnesia much
Serving themselves full
To bursting
On aerated bureaucracy and befuddlement
This is what they will remember
Instant recall
Such gluttons on double portions of selfishness
Stuffed
No room to breathe a molecule of fresh good truth
Suffocated
Can they look themselves in the roundness of face?
Guts too big to see their own posterior
Bitter bowels too bloated to see where hearts lays soiled
By small gnats of dirty output
They can only wish for, just imagining, productivity of their own
While they talk, and make no sense, no logical sense
Important to hear their own bells ring ears
Just take back this red tape rope
Undo the bow knot from my ankles
And float away from me
Like the hot air balloon
There is no truth left to deflate your ego
Full and round and big on stagnant gas
Rise, but you’ll not go far
Stuck in between stratus
You in your blocked skies with nepotism formed limits
That is your lot in life
Your only legacy
You are full up on hot empty lies of yes men
No power over me
No strength to snap my wings from their
Mighty purpose to fly
They support me
Gifted to me from my Lord and Saviour
I’m lifted far, high, soaring
Towards my prospered and unharmed horizons
No promise broken
Totally fulfilled
God’s good Grace is sufficient.
A Call to void overly oppressing work duties, keep your Faith and follow your Dreams.
Jethro Blessings.
