Middle management blues

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.