It ran up the flagpole
To not one salute.
No win-win was won,
We ate no low-hung fruit.
The long view was taken,
We kicked every tyre.
No needles were moved
As we sang to the choir.
There wasn’t the bandwidth
To see this one through.
Would the paradigm shift?
We just hadn’t a clue.
Our cutting-edge plan
To abolish cliché
From the meetings we’re forced
To endure every day
In the final analysis
Found no defender,
So we took a step back
And right-sized the agenda.