Dear, Greg (and Pat)

Sorry, not sorry.
Don’t need ya. You’re gone.
You’re a layer of fat;
Useless; a conn.

They’ve hired me back,
To come in and clean house.
You were never a leader;
Always a mouse.

Blind by your ego
You poisoned the pot;
Destroyed the department.
Just look what you got!

The producers are gone.
Your just down to three.
But, I’m bringing them back.
In short order we’ll see…

Results from good business;
The way things should be.
And, this starts with your firing.
Now go see Marie!

We Play

I know this,
But you knew that,

So I play along.

Got a song now;
I’ve always had,
That I want to share with you.

Gimme your ears.
I’ll find your heart.
That place I said you knew.

Brighter than you’ve seen before.
The way that things should be.
As if we’d never learned the world;
Never taught to see…