Jack-of-all-trades-motivated roles usurpation,
In pursuit of many roles, we lose our way.
Utopian dreams usurped by expenses' sway,
Self-deprofessionalism creeps, a subtle bane.
Contemptuous coins, our worth, in vain,
On the altar of divide and rule, we're sold,
Selective focus traded for heated gold.
Humiliation, intimidation, threats unfold,
Venomous pressure groups, our souls to mold.
But now, let's break free from ego's chains,
Retreat, retrace, and rechannel our pains.
Prioritize the main, not impractical gains,
For a life of purpose, not just scattered remains.
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