They Lost Their Urge To Merge Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Team management,
Superficially built
Manufacturing some pretense of joy,
The rest of the crowd doesn't have the same sense of mood
Maybe we need funny money,
Money with a sense of humor
But cash is inanimate, tempers are not
Both emotions and methods obstructive,
They bailed, progress failed,
Start from scratch, lingo for banknote
Read that somewhere once, bank on that,
Others weren't so sure, they lost their urge to merge