I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkway
I realise it’s time to plan the day
First, the serious business: Fanta-jelly in a can totally rules. Unlike the thought of lactic acid in a can. Hattifattener marshmallows also rule, in that you only get the kick of mint at the end. Suprise!
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples
Next, the fluff. In NewNewWork, I was, due to everyone wanting to comply with the FSA, on a training course. Because, you know, everything must be regulated. But it depressed me. (And yes, I used that phrase during the meeting.) Whyso? you might ask. Oh, the usual bits and pieces. But let us go through them anyway, as they always need said. And no, I didn’t deliberately go to heckle, although I might have deliberately went to troll.
I am your Antichrist show me allegiance, Are you following me?
I am your Antichrist pledge to me defiance, Are you following me?
Suffer my pretty warriors, Suffer my fallen child, Are you following me?
The time has come to conquer and I’ll provide your end
We march!
What is the whole hang up with equality, fairness, satisfaction? Who defines what is fair? Me? You? Who cares? Make sure we are all being fair. No. Be excellent to each other, to restate the Golden Rule (δευτερα δε ομοια αυτη αγαπησεις τον πλησιον σου ως σεαυτον) from all religions and none, the byword of the sages of the Axial Age. Make sure everything and everyone is equal. No. Total fallacy. We are not all equal. I can’t do what you can do, and while you may be able to do what I can, and do it better, it is me doing it, not you. God forbid we ever live in a world that is fair and equal. At that point we don’t need each other.
I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco
I’m the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze
Then we have dealing with complaints. Apparently, you should! Dear God, any company that ignores complaints doesn’t deserve to be a company. Complaints show (at least) some level of emotional engagement with the (for wont of a better word) customer. If they didn’t care, they wouldn’t complain, and would go elsewhere. It is feedback. If you act on it, make it better, make it work, you keep the customer, avoid anyone else getting stung by the issue, and can up your game over that of the competition, getting more cash at the end of the day. And that is the aim. Give shareholders large dividends. And don’t give any to charity. That is not the point of business.
Cause I’m a Market Square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause I’m a Market Square hero speeding the beat of the street pulse
Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me
So, make sure you provide a gap analysis of the living cross-business issue. Uh-huh. So, make sure you understand that this isn’t policy, but a statement. Right. So, make sure you involve yourself in the corporate group embedding. Okay then. So, make sure you have the government and/or regulatory authorities tell you how you should run your business. Sure. In a fair, equal and satisfying way. So, make sure you don’t do anything better than your competitors, make sure you don’t stand out, make sure there is no progress. Make sure you remove all passion and drive from anyone who wants to achieve more, to be better, to reach farther, to grow.
Lowest common denominator policies. Sums socialism up, really.