crisis

nothing comes as what it seems
perfection promised is a dream
reality eschews

guarantees​ are only worth
the ease with which they are disbursed
bureaucracy ensues

techno-whatsis cutting edge
should simplify life's dreary dredge
engenders more reviews

margins meant for pers'nal play
are getting thinner every day
efficiency induced

it's true we all should have a job
but meaning's scarce in swelling mob
truth is we all are being robbed
by leaders who refuse

but wait

turn the problem on its head
dependency their hope to bred
remember they're just overhead
we lead by what we do

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Inspired by the critical lack of leadership.