In the corporate world, a CEO did reign,
With a mullet that caused quite the disdain.
He led a company, once strong and true,
But his decisions, oh, how they would undo.
With each choice he made, the profits did fall,
And the shareholders’ trust, he did appall.
But he cared not for the company’s fate,
For he had a plan, a golden parachute.
He schemed in secret, while the ship sank low,
His mullet glistened in the setting sun,
As he boarded a plane, his reign was done.
A CEO with dreams of greed and loot,
Took flight with his ill-gotten golden parachute.
The employees left behind, they sighed,
For a leader’s greed had stolen their pride.
But they’d rebuild and rise above the fall,
A lesson learned, to stand strong, after all.