Pansy, thy name is Empathy –
Yours is not the Arrogance bred
By clawing way on rungs of corporate steel;
No, you did your time
And punched Agony’s card.
Now, when you have earned your stripes,
You could look down petalled nose,
Let Disdain and Company Policy
Give Boot its measured tread.
But your tears are not your own;
They flow for the minions
Punching your old card.
Pansy, thy name is Empathy…