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Stop all the [[key performance indicator]]s, cut off the skype | Stop all the [[key performance indicator]]s, cut off the skype <br> | ||
Prevent | Prevent [[internal audit]] complaining with a load of old tripe, | ||
Silence the [[subject matter expert]]s and with animated [[ | Silence the [[subject matter expert]]s and with animated [[deck]] | ||
Bring out the [[target operating model]], | Bring out the [[target operating model]], which the [[stakeholders]] wreck. | ||
Let [[escalation]]s circle, | Let [[escalation]]s circle, rise and then dip | ||
Scribbling on the sky the message 'Can you run it by [[Chip]]'. | Scribbling on the sky the message 'Can you run it by [[Chip]]'. | ||
Put [[service level agreement]]s round the necks of the [[service line]], | Put [[service level agreement]]s round the necks of the [[service line]], | ||
Let the [[chief operating officer]]s wear black cotton [[flannel]] | Let the [[chief operating officer]]s wear black cotton [[flannel|flannelene]] | ||
You are my [[ | You are my [[steerco]] and [[opco]], my [[conference call|conf call]], my pass, | ||
My [[cbt]] and my [[Best in class|in | My [[cbt]] and my [[Best in class|best in the class]], | ||
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; | My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; | ||
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. | I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. | ||
Revision as of 13:44, 23 May 2018
Stop all the key performance indicators, cut off the skype
Prevent internal audit complaining with a load of old tripe,
Silence the subject matter experts and with animated deck
Bring out the target operating model, which the stakeholders wreck.
Let escalations circle, rise and then dip Scribbling on the sky the message 'Can you run it by Chip'. Put service level agreements round the necks of the service line, Let the chief operating officers wear black cotton flannelene
You are my steerco and opco, my conf call, my pass, My cbt and my best in the class, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.