The Workplace

The Workplace

I tried as I might so as not to pick fights

And encourage the thoughts which brought this about.

“Removing the walls and reducing the waste,

Improving the process, increasing the pace”.

But then came the pressure, the push and the call

To keep to the deadlines, to finish it all.

The constant bombardment is taking its toll. I’m losing my grasp of the things that I know.

Directors, managers, execs and DGs

The work keeps increasing, I’m down on my knees

I’m praying for something, someone or some how

To stop all this madness, to let them know why.

“Put on more pressure, more pushes and calls!”

To keep to the deadlines, to finish it all.

The constant bombardment is taking its toll. I’m losing my grasp of the things that I know.

Here’s one more file, another work group

“Fill out these tables! Keep us in the loop!”

Faster and faster, don’t dare fall behind

“Stick to the work plan! Get your people in line!

And crank up the pressure, more pushes and calls!”

To keep to the deadlines, to finish it all.

The constant bombardment is taking its toll. I’m losing my grasp of the things that I know.

I stay on the track with their heat on my back

Give any excuse, they’ll repeat the abuse.

Perpetually doing the same rotten tasks

Trying to just finish whatever they ask.

“Go and drive up the pressure, more pushes and calls!”

To keep to the deadlines, to finish it all.

The constant bombardment is taking its toll. I’m losing my grasp of the things that I know.

With wicked attacks, when or if I react

That follow by threat, coyly phrased as regrets,

I live my worst terror, it's far past my fear

That really, not really, not one of them of care.

“You must amp up the pressure, more pushes and calls!”

To keep to the deadlines, to finish it all.

The constant bombardment is taking its toll. I’m losing my grasp of the things that I know.

So what do you do when you work in a zoo,

Dead sick and tired of the management too,

When minute by minute they tighten the screws

And you’re mental wreckage with nothing to lose.

And forever the pressure, the push and the call

“You keep to the deadline! You finish it all!”

The constant bombardment has taken its toll and I’ve lost my grip, on the things that I know.