What is management?
Why don’t you ask my boss? He’s a manager
He can tell you it’s not always easy to be the one to lead
Disagreed, for you only plead when you’re in need
The one who leads the show, like a crow spying on its prey
He can disguise himself as a charismatic controller
But deep down inside I know he’s just as bad as the autocratic Hitler
The killer who led the great massacre
On top of your unnecessary demands you demand more
To show your really are the earth shaker to its core
A breaker of the commandments like Cain to his brother Abel
Jesus Christ, I think my boss is mentally disabled
Whoever said Slow and steady wins the race?
Uh un…I think slow and steady is my boss
Because everything he says is always false
He probably never heard of amazing grace
But who am I to judge such a disgrace
He’s suppose to have determination, discipline and desire
But all I ever see him do is cry and whine
About the job we do is never too fine
In the end I’m still wondering what management is
Lost, in search, I seek for its purpose
Until, at last, I stumbled to the class of Kurpis
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