Pansy, Thy Name is Empathy

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…