Creativity Versus Bureaucracy Poem by DM W

O to all you meddling micro managers;
To all you petty, pedantic pen pushers;
And to all you crass, corporate bean counters;
To those with the imagination of fleas;
I'd like you to know that I possess a soul,
And I will not be subject to your cold plans
And idiotic strategies, in any way,
Shape or form.Indeed, I'll paraphrase what the
Great poet/ prophet William Blake proclaimed:
'I need to create a system of my own
Or be enslaved by another's. My business
Is not to merely analyse but to create! '
I spit upon all of the mediocre schemes:
Spawn by anally retentive committees:
Who can't appreciate pearls because they're swine.
O I spit upon all pointless paperwork.
And portfolios are for the philistines.
God willing, there is a special place in hell;
Reserved for all those who sanctify order and
Conformity, and crucify true artists!