Laughter filled the little room
The last statement was a gas
Something was said about retirement
For our jobs were soon to pass
The meeting had occurred with fanfare
Our leaders were proud and strong
They announced our company’s sale
To another firm we would soon belong
Alas we were but humble servants
Who did our jobs with great care
The merger meant money for some
But for us it would be cold out there
Questions were fired like gunshots
Our crowd was concerned about their jobs
The executives merely gave blank answers
To them we were just the white collar slobs
We worried for our families or those so dear
Tomorrow would be a different day
For when the meeting finally finished up
There was really nothing left to say
So take care you who must work
Who endure working as part of life
The success you help bring to your firm
May slice up your future like a knife
