Techie grief,
So very sad,
I took the little joy he had,
He wiped a tear,
Nobody saw,
All eyes were downcast to the floor...
Their
two-winged man
Of pointy hair,
Just did not get the message there
Droned on, I said :
"I'm sorry guys,
We can't afford your next pay-rise"
A sneaky
deal
We later did,
Took their partners' cheaper bid,
As we sat down
To scheme and plan,
Their techie passed, a broken man...
His code
uncut,
His heart much more,
His ego limp and spirit sore,
Those late night's work,
That teasing taste,
All come to nothing, gone to waste
I'd like
to say
To soothe his woes,
Success like all things comes and goes,
But he must tread
That path alone,
To go that place that we've all known
Skid Row
alley,
Rookey street
Where gloom and desolation meet
But once that T shirt's
Bought and worn,
Never more quite that folorn
But will
pick up,
Up from the ground
Next time pieces next time round,
For he who fights
Then falls away,
Will always have another day...
Andy Morley February 6th 2007
In
the process where large corporations weigh up business
offers from other companies who want to sell them something
- management consultancy, software applications, whatever,
there's a human story that sometimes gets missed. For those
who don't know him, Dilbert is a cartoon character who's a
bit of a 'techie'. (software engineer type of person) The
poem's about the reaction of one of these people to losing a
big piece of work his team was bidding for, and my reaction
to that.