Construction Poem by Jeff Rushton

It is the cavalier that hate discussion, despise precaution and bureaucratic information
They charge forward with heads held high, missing much
Moving forward in hopes of the clutch of greater success wealthiness
They corporation, slow and tedious as it may be, covers all, nothing overseen
Taking care of its own, each employee protecting their thrown
Missing very little due to bureaucratic dribble
Making sure that in the end each goes home with something in hand
You make the choice, with no wrong or doubt in voice
Choose to be rich with that extremely high risk or
Choose to be stable with a nest-egg for home when you've completed your cradle.