Middle management blues

Stop all the key performance indicators, cut off the skype, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the subject matter experts and with animated Powerpoint Bring out the target operating model, let the stakeholders come.

Let escalations circle, moaning overhead 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 flannel

You are my conference call, my gantt chart, my steerco and opco, My cbt and my in-class best, 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.