Wise words old man

they said as he looked around

then he nodded his head

as he then sat down.

The boardroom fools

who beg and scrape

affraid their mouths to open

only uttering whats expected

Yet if truth were spoken

that was not what their thinking,

they hated every word

of his retort

yet in a spiders web

are caught.

He controls their lives

the old time master

always stalking

right behind you,

'Nothing to do eh! Johnson?'

'Get your cards, your fired.'

thats was how he became

the one in charge

and not the one

who was hired.

Put little on plates

keep them hungry

then offer them leftovers

always on Sunday,

work them so hard

that they beg for mercy,

you give them a coin

and they think your saintly,

'My Lord'

they call him

'How nobel you are,'

And they know how foolish

they look from afar.

If they did not

sing his praise

a begging bowl might be

in their hands someday.