Snakes And Ladders - Poem by Sandra Martyres
In this wild corporate jungle,
You just cannot afford to bungle.
It is a dangerous game of snakes & ladders
The players being cobras or even worse - adders?
The reptiles wait in the wing
To seize any opportunity to sting
All you wannabes on the ladder aiming for the top
Should be prepared for an unplanned stop
You will hear wagging tongues and hissing sounds
As the slimy creatures make their rounds
They keep planning their moves and counter-moves
Hiding in the building's numerous grooves
Should you one day find a snake coiled around your chair
You can no longer stand by shocked and blankly stare
Cause if you do, you risk being swallowed alive
In the corporate jungle only the lean and mean survive
(Written prior to the sub-prime debacle - when the sharks were at their meanest best)
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