The sight of ties fluttering in the wind always reminds me of a goat or bull on the loose that just snapped its tether. And I see more parallels between life in the corporate world and life in the paddock ...
Each day I go to work to graze at my desk, I pass many a sullen cow grazing in the field. They have ropes around their necks that bind them to a peg, And I a tie around my neck to bind me to my desk. Through my large office window, I see calves torn from their mothers: Farmer wants their milk, and their milk he will have. Through the door across the floor, I see my kids turned away: Boss milks my time and energy, and not a pint will he share. That's why my kids cry each day I leave for work: 'Tis the pain of knowing that when that night Boss drops me home, all he'll drop are drops of me. O lord, that's all they can have, my poor little kids: drops of my energy, drops of my time—drops of me!
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