Confined to cabin pins and sins
Minds drift
Dangle daggers at an angle wins
Can't figure out when a gift
Shakes a fake fibre awake
To atone for a loan
Minds appropriated by mistake
When members and their embers groan
For an explanation in accounting inaccuracies
Auditors note with concern
At ballooning bureaucracies
That somehow can't seem to learn
Sound sciences in modern management
Whereby lullabies confine entertainment to babies' boats
Where a condiment, a compliment, a comment
Find favour in their endeavour to caress stress from casual coats.
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