To Exhume

Is it the colors?
Is it how they appear?
With every tear
They suspect perseverance
They edge my persistence
When I enter those double doors
I find nothing
But a misleading
Of what professionalism
Should really be
They should smile
And greet the average existence
But, no
Instead, they lie with a
Small fib
And another, and another
It’s the snowball effect
They look up to you
Yet you are so low
As to check off your stupid list
That’s not how it should be
Am I the only one who can actually see?
Are you kidding me?
It’s these corporations that tear me down
It’s the organization that implodes within
And yet you manage it well
You should recite how it differs from hell
You piss off your employees
You piss off your second hands
Expectations are lower than what they should really be
It’s people like you
Who destroys the economy
Nobody withholds expectations anymore
That’s why we should rebuild, exhume, revive
But what do you manage?
You could care less, obviously
About everyone who even cares to thrive
Success isn’t an option anymore
Because it’s the people like you
Who destroys the economy