• @Snapz
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    2217 hours ago

    Remember remember!

    The 4th of December

    A CEO dies all alone;

    On the street he was lain,

    cold, pale and in pain,

    thousands of deaths that he own.

    The decisions he’d struck,

    Layers removed from the slaughter,

    Were a shareholders treat,

    Your dead mother or daughter.

    Those investors all wait, on that cold winter morn,

    Still unaware of profit potential they’d mourn,

    Poking at hotel breakfast, bored looks on their face

    As Brian’s when he denied and delayed at great pace

    Endless growth, deposed, on behalf of us all

    Luigi didn’t do it, we were hiking in Nepal.