Dawn rises with shining sun,
Some warmth but morning quickly falls to bad,
an increasing stench of clowing, hooks the clean, dragging and submerging hope.
...The afternoon? I blink at me, but quickly forget. Its for my safety.
Eyes away, I close darkly, and limp my step in a pointless dance, an endless, endless shuffle, never useful evermore.
....I go home, beaten - It is what's left of me.
I am DXC.
Ouch! - an accurate assessment of how I feel
Very creative - I like it.
“ I’m SPARTACUS “
Martin wasn't very old
When he was told he'd have to go
We're cutting back you know;
They say a billion dollars is quite sufficient
To make DXC quite efficient
One hundred thousand was the sum
The minimum they had to pay
To cynically betray
A good and loyal servant of the firm
Who was dismissed because it was his turn.
Really!?
"Creative writing" and "DXC" are certainly synonymous. Witness the ?5 class action lawsuits.