Butcher Mentality

Corporate stupidity reigns again.
Did you wish to make money or is it all pretend?
Buy up assets to knock them down.
Sounds like a fool acting like a clown.

Rip up, kill what you did not create.
Sick and tired of these life destroying replays.
If all you want is to accumulate then maybe you should buy boxes filled with paste.
But instead you want items what have a value.
So you can squander and leave it to create no revenue.
Sounds like someone has been listening to an accountant.
People who have to clue about reality or how to lie straight
Forever inventing forecasts that have no bearing.
Yet they will swear they have a robust background that is worth more than entire corporations.
Which is why execs are the only ones who fall for such shit.
After all most of them aren’t worth dick.
It’s why they always jump into cavernous holes.
Piss away money over which they should never have been given control.
For they are worse than toddlers with teething pain.
Endlessly throwing tantrums as if it will change a thing.
Better plan would be to turf them out.
These professional professionals that have zero nouse.
Stumbling around like drunken thugs.
Sorry, that’s an insult to the drunken lugs.
At least they’ll sober up and wonder why.
Meanwhile the suits will take this money and wave goodbye.
Jet off to the next catastrophe they set in motion.
To a currency is their sole devotion.

Perhaps if consequence kicked in their door they wouldn’t shit where they eat anymore.
Could be asking too much of this braindead stew.
Cause ultimately they haven’t got an iota of a clue.
Banging heads as if sense might suddenly appear.
More hopeful that they’ll spy a flying deer.
One with a red nose who goes by Rudolph.
That lands alongside this jolly giant playing golf.
Sad to say they wouldn’t connect the dots.
As one plus one is several lots.
Proof that intelligence is for the few.
If it wasn’t then maybe they would simply do.
Not ruin things for me and you.
While staring down from their high towers.
Thinking they deserve all these powers.
All while betraying their own apparent goals.
Of diving deep from these shoals.
Into an abyss they cannot truly grasp.
Which is why when it goes askew they gasp.
Startled by how it has all gone so wrong.
Get a better chime from a collapsed gong.
Cut from its cords like they need to be.
Instead of butchering art into short term greed.
Feeding off others brilliance like a leech.
One’s who deserve no chance at speech.

Selfish dumb empty headed drones.
When they speak all that can be heard are moans.
For rational thought is beyond their grasp.
Why everything they touch never lasts.