Bored of directors

So bored of directors

The board of directors directs us headfirst into shit hitting fans

And losing fans at that

And you all succeed at killing my inspiration and aspiration

Of ever aiming so low as being among you falling stars

Cause in the basement conference room with a view of the employee parking lot

You can see me catching the number two bus after I panhandle for a nickel reciting this verse

I dont know what's worse

Being financially or mentally ill

At least mentally still pays your bills

Nothing sustains without renewable passion or energy

Learning by doing is key so for crying out loud let your employee have some responsibility

So they can be as good as can be and proud of their productivity

But you hold your title dearly but you’re a boss not a leader clearly

You manage with fear. Fear blinds eyes and ties hands which need to be free

Financial illness can cause the aforementioned

But before I ever mentioned my diplomas never asked for

I was headstrong and strongly determined

to passively nurish this awkwardness in me

that makes me be legit, sincere, fighter for my cause,

and I will never direct the play coined business

or conduct the orchestra of thumps, clangs and ka chings

they look down on the working ants from the bubble that burst

to send us all tumbling down into times that are worst

So ask your ceo, feo, do you know

Still

What you wanted to be when you grew up?

Or are you too big for your frame