One, two, three
Two chairs—the music stops.
Follow the decree:
One of you will drop.
Central, East, West—
You’re safest in the middle.
This isn’t a test,
Or a well-thought riddle.
Experience used to matter.
Results were once measured.
Now talent’s grown scattered,
And good work? No longer treasured.
Does it end with you or me?
Customers first, the message repeats.
Hello, goodbye—latest casualty.
One less chair—fewer seats.
Did you see the culture survey?
Breakfast and mingle with leaders.
RTO and layoffs underplay
The truth beneath the speakers.
Am I the next to go?
Be cautious of the meeting.
Does anyone know
When comes the next reaping?
One, two, three—
Only one chair left.
You’ve been set free.
You can drop the heft.