In a place where politics eclipse the task,
I despise my job, behind a hidden mask.
Layoffs, oddly, seem a relief,
For this workplace brings no peace, only grief.
It's not the work itself that I resent,
But those you appoint, who misrepresent.
"Toxic" falls short, it's far more severe,
What price do you pay to those puppeteers?
I love the craft, the work I do,
Yet this company taints it, through and through.
What must occur for this to cease?
With employees disheartened, profits will decrease.
As you streamline, will you still uphold,
The OneCenteam vision, once so bold?