I'm on a memo theme...........because we are inundated with them in our workplace. Here's the latest rant.
A remarkable notation
Of a memo, just last week,
Was released before officials
Had authorized a peek,
Regarding tons of wasted paper
Found by stealth and bold intent,
Enough reams of stored reminders
To cover the walls of a circus tent.
Agenda's on a rampage
A diarrhea of dispatches,
All that crispy paper
And I forgot my matches,
It's a travesty of a sham
A plethora of waste,
Hell, if this was a 5-Star restaurant
Then baby! We've got the taste!
Every month a Doctor Roster
Is posted on the wall,
So we can spot a bold impostor
And exactly, who'd we call,
It's the nature of our business
Where deceivers in our ranks,
Are selling fancy cures and potions
And collecting all the thanks.
But that Doctor-Roster, who's the impostor?
Is also posted to the computer,
If we had their monthly photo's
We would know if we should shoot her,
Because it's easier to match a face
Compared to names with vowels and letters,
Imagine a crowd of Beagles
And amidst the group: an Irish-Setter.
We could save those reams of paper
To pass it on to our CEO,
He could use it to print more money
To bankroll this golden show,
Replace the wallpaper with moving video
And save some blessed trees,
And with a handshake and his smile
Collect some tidy kickback fees.
I'm expecting some of that chump-change
After all, it was my brainiac flash,
And I know there's factual evidence
Our CEO has lots of cash,
Buried, in deep pockets
Of the man who would be King,
I'll share it with my team-mates
And you'll hear our hallways sing;
"Oh, it's wonderful to be here
Just twelve-hours at the most,
Don't clock in any overtime
(That's according, to our host),
Keyboard-stroke those digital documents
Till carpal-tunnel cramps your style,
Then punch that waiting time-clock
And join the rank-and-file."
There will be raucous celebrations
When we rip them from the walls,
The last memo's of the millennium!
And dancing in the halls.