Remember remember!

The 4th of December

A CEO dies all alone;

On the street he was lain,

cold, pale and in pain,

thousands of deaths that he own.

The decisions he’d struck,

Layers removed from the slaughter,

Were a shareholder’s treat,

Your dead mother or daughter.

Those investors all wait, on that cold winter morn,

Still unawares of profit potential they’d mourn,

Poking at hotel breakfast, bored looks on their face

As was Brian’s when he denied and delayed at great pace

Endless growth, deposed, on behalf of us all

Luigi didn’t do it, we were hiking in Nepal.