He tried to sell his soul
But found no buyers at his current price,
And so he took a role
With contract language vague and imprecise
That promised him some raises when
The corporate ship came in,
A thing that he’s still waiting for:
To happen – or begin –
He tried to buy some royalty
But couldn’t raise the fee;
And so he built a palace
Out of his calamity,
And bought some fancy lights and plants
To see who he could fool:
But everyone still recognized
A whinging corporate tool
He felt so done by hard,
So disadvantaged —
It’s hard to fail at failing, but
He’s managed
Enter the USA, home of the free, where one dare not use a real name. Aren’t pronouns wonderful.