Managing Madness Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I'm fast, I'm famous, I'm greater than me,
I manage anything, and nothing, things we can't see.

I push people around, make impossible demands,
And charge you heavily to get off my hands.

I guess and I bluff, and call it 'talent' as such,
Old and sick beware, you cost far too much!

From my calculations the ones who should pay,
Are the lucky workers who slave night and day.

Sigh if you can, but don't dare object,
Otherwise you in particular will be marked as 'reject'.