Modus Operandi

Working from home? I wouldn’t have a clue.
Make coffee, amble to the fridge for cheese;
come back, forget what I was trying to do…
No wonder the economy’s on its knees.
Right. Feet up on the desk at Number Ten,
I raise morale, a glass. We have a laugh.
We’re working hard, so let’s have drinks again;
send out a suitcase, and abuse the staff.
But I take full responsibility
for all the dreadful stuff I never saw.
I say I’m humbled. Super sorry, me –
now let’s get back to where we were before.
Oh yes, I’ve sacked my central team as well.
Will my behaviour alter? Will it hell !