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They sit you down, in a manner reminiscent of school
To studiously check, if you have been playing the fool
And give you grades, for your performance this term
Courtesy a detailed ‘process’, guaranteed to make you squirm
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Where you first fill out long forms; that seem from outer space
On which sanity, like intelligent life, seems to vanish sans trace
That ordeal is enough, to drain you of all vigor and critical thought
Perhaps this is the inebriated condition, the management deviously sought
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As you swagger into the ‘ring’, like a boxer badly dazed
All aspirations of a pay or designation hike, seem utterly razed
Your crimes against the company are now brought to the fore
This is precisely when your bosses, keenly begin to keep the score
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They delightfully dig out that wretched client mail
Of the one time in the year, your patience did woefully fail
An outburst for which, you had long since made amends for
But a blemish recorded, as you having the temperament of Thor
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Each and every success, is due to the influence of your leaders
Failures are down to you, or more accurately irresponsible breeders
They say you lack initiative, and are never completely ‘on the ball’
You think of the one place when kicked, causes even giants’ to fall
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Targets are then reviewed upwards, your support system the opposite way
All this is tuned to the earnest exhortation of, ‘we so much want you to stay’
They say you are part of the family, but more in a mafia sense of the word
For if you fail at your impossible goals, your cries are unlikely to be heard
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Hence March is the month, for those in the white collar to carefully take stock
Have they overstayed their welcome, been oblivious to the ticking clock?
Are your peers going to stab you in the back, as you groan ‘Et tu Brute’?
Are your bosses planning to cursorily eject you, with a golden parachute?
Beware the ides of March...