Sparks flew right across
The full length of the Board Room
Spelling doom for all
First the CEO
Followed by the CFO
Then the Directors
As the rumours spread
Like wildfire everywhere
Employees shuddered
But one lone person
Smiled quietly and that was
The takeover king
He made commitments
To mop up shares quick and cheap
An ownership bid
Well ethics be damned
Was his mantra for success
When taking fresh stakes
Focus on the end
The means are not important
Is his take on life
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