Think you suffer from little man syndrome.
Threatened by intelligence, consumed by pride.
No less artificial than a garden gnome.
Colorful & thick on the outside
Inside: Shallow; heartless & alone.
Pretentious; vaucous; irritating; not so tough
You inhabit your own deluded; self-important bubble.
Of your pseudo philosophical quotes, we’ve had enough.
Designed to motivate. Will land you in trouble
One of these days someone will call your bluff.
Work is everything you know. Life doesn’t seem
To exist outside of it’s claustrophobic
Cliquish parameters where you pout; pose & preen
Monitoring every call, agoraphobic
Everybody will soon become, no team