It’s the holiday, when folks could be lit.
It’s too hot, but that veep won’t reveal it.
When employees are gone,
Should the AC be on
If there’s nobody there who can feel it?
'Round the sealer they'd haw and they'd hem.
What it did was a myst'ry to them.
I asked, "Why's this not used?"
They all looked so confused.
It would help if they'd RTFM.
Their new software they rolled out with splendor.
But successes we found were too slender.
There were crashes abound!
They spread blame all around,
But the software's main problem's its vendor.
My position, it once was a chore.
But now most of the day I will snore.
Like Pete Gibbons, I play
And surf most of the day.
Isn’t that what computers are for?
Why’s their internet down? I allude,
“’Twas a manager sporting a ‘tude.
No, your network’s not ill,
She ignored the web bill
‘Cause she thought the office got screwed.”