I'm indispensable. The world can't spin
without assistance from the likes of me.
Chaotic forces would most surely win
without my guiding hand, my captaincy,
and yet my skills stay unappreciated.
Too few acknowledge how great I am.
How sad that one so fine's so underrated,
this meritocracy a total sham.
Perhaps they'll learn at last when I retire
and live a life of leisure on the shore
to hate the fool HR will choose to hire,
some dull-edged tool, a martinet, a bore
who'll tell the crew that they must swab the deck
while I'll smile, watching my ship slowly wreck.