So sad to hear your job’s been axed
HR must be defeated
Last week a friend of mine was faxed
Her post had been deleted
They’re numpties, aren’t they, senses dulled?
Their brand new ‘road map’? – Hundreds culled.
So happy you’ve a new horizon
Now your job’s gone cold
And I will keep my ears and eyes on
What your futures hold –
So much for all their fine analysis!
For you and yours it spelt paralysis.
So keep in touch, and clink your cup
And I will keep some tabs
On other structures they dream up
Inside their robot labs –
They’re muppets, and it’s a disgrace
To lose your friendly human face.
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A link to Light magazine’s poem of the week (last week of December 2015).