Something Different

There was a project manager
And whenever she called a meeting
She felt like a party planner
Because everyone’s stay was loud but fleeting.

There was a business analyst
And whenever he studied a process
He felt like a punk rock anarchist
That nobody cared to notice.

There once was a guy who wrote a blog
Who thought he would try some poetry
Because thinking of new post ideas can be a slog
. . . .
And we all know how that turned out.