The Corporate Champs


The Copper rule of the Corporate Jungle


When the tigers will bring their carcasses and poop their waste matters; they expect others to clean it for them.
Of course the tigers don’t know how to the clean their surroundings.
They only know how to lick their own furs.

Maybe their mother didn’t teach them when they were still cute tiger kittens that they should clean up their surroundings.

So the Corporate Jungle now has lots of garbage and there is now this stinking smell from the waste of the tigers.
But sad that the dog won’t eat tiger’s poops, nor the janitor fish is able to go to the land to eat the tiger’s poop.

I wish instead that instead of their useless roar the whole day; wish they can clean up their mess.

Wish they can create a rule here in the jungle:
Clean your own mess.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 08, 2011

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