Her boss asked her not to come to work
He liked to fire people like a cheapjack.
A good management worked on risk evaluation
A better management was customer's satisfaction
The best management loved competitive evolution.
Allowing the local goods to be furnished
people enjoyed their tastes on the workbench.
As a cheaper and better goods were launched
customers eraptured with no money pinched.
'What? Can you say that again? ? '
As her boss was eating away his pencil
his head was still a fatty meal.
When he was happily cutting payrolls
is when he thrived on his eggrolls
for more blood unrolled
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