Management that keeps everyone down,
In dark, and subdued under strict frown,
One whose salient creed is:
Ignorance is true bliss,
And motto, down from top of the crown;
A kind that now mushrooms
Spreading wide fancy plumes,
Just look down from the Capital town.
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Mushrooms grow in dark and damp spots; prosper in muddy land. Mushroom management too is like this. Management it is of an owl, of the top few that keep all else down.
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Reflections | 06.01.2018 |
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