Well it's that time again to vote for those
hardworking board members whose obsequiousness to
Tom is matched only by their obtuseness. In
poetic homage to these stalwarts, I submit my
following endeavor entitled: The Perfect Job.

Ever wish you had a really sweet gig
where no one challenged what little you did?
You'd work once a month.
They'd even buy lunch!
Fat and sassy as a well slopped pig.

And forget getting canned, you tenure's secure,
for elections are only every third year.
Not a bad deal at all
if you learn to play ball.
Just what will quickly be perfectly clear.

For harmony is what's valued supreme.
Asking tough questions is just downright mean!
Tom's feet to the fire
is not what's required.
Remember you're not on the shareholder's team.

So just lean back and go with the flow.
It's so much easier the less that you know.
Don't worry about costs,
or profit and loss.
Soon you'll wonder: where did the time go?

The years will slip by, from one into next
and before long you'll completely forget:
It's for shareholders you toil,
but by now you're damned spoiled.
"100 grand a year! I ain't breakin' my neck!".