Consultant dilemma
Delivering more than the status quo in all areas is a challenge for many companies. Especially when set in an environment that doesn’t inspire innovation… things such as… being held back by low incentive, low pay, low budget, a lack of leadership, no training for new staff, non qualified staff and or managers, lack of expressing opinion, sheer laziness, dealing with people with over bearing egos, dealing with their own ego, fear of being judged by peers accustomed to doing the least..
Worse is seeing people of high intelligence, energy and vigor being smothered by a group too insecure to listen.
Give me your thoughts ?
Poetry from way back when…
The Wicked Foul Fellow
Take yeh body of the
wicked foul fellow
who is reeking with a stale hollow tang
that is he who is accursed
cast it, in a log of a iron
into a sea of red
in a river so deep
in a pit so dark
that it drown to be sunk
to be lost
in a murky depth
Let the devil carry him to his place!
Yeh body that be accursed
it is, mostly truly dread
then there will be no need for us
or that of any man indeed
ever to fear again
“Hail of king the that be hung
say sang nor shift in any way
nor his body in the foul wind it sway
never more he come up
he be until the day of doom
speedily we pray
for evil is soon”
He will kill with accursed stench
below with stinking dismay
buried in hell of devil burn
out of earth he has jumped
even in death he not lay,
for he is cruelest darkest evil
what quick death you would pray.
Oh hail of yeah of hollow foul being
darkness of blood
fall from them they bleed
accursed blackened
soul you hath
come oh father and make me reek
of evil doth hath
with pleasure they seek
we be one
in deaths decree
with two with sword
we sweep with glee
“Come forth sleepless brothers
who lay in mold under beams untold
awake and come
and walk with our father
not in obeisance but in
unison as one.
Retched are we
who art thou to know
we are accursed and
blessed in sinew
of blood and marrow
strewn flesh and warm spew
we rejoice in pain
carnage of youth
we be righteous
and uncouth
bug eyed bodies
evil rugous
swaying in
unison we stroll
in filth but in truth
your time is up
your life is crushed.
Come now children
we will behead in lust.
