A Bull Explanation

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“The Pitch and the Pillage”

He cleared his throat and clicked his pen,
Then shifted in his chair again,
“Well, look,” he said, “it’s not that you’re—
I mean, I value what you do, for sure…”

He smiled like sleet on corporate glass,
While spinning jargon thick as brass.
“You inspire me. It’s synergy!
When I succeed, we win, you see?”

She stared, unblinking, arms now crossed,
Each syllable he murmurs is additional cost.
He stammered on, a clumsy dance,
“Your brilliance gives the pitch… a chance.”
“I am the face! The final say!
You write the tune—I... hum away!”

He chuckled but it stank of fear.
Then she leaned in: “I need to hear…”
“You what?” he asked, his tie askew,
As sweat betrayed the boardroom view.
“I need to hear what you believe—
That theft’s okay if done with sleaze?”

“I mentor! Yes! I raise the bar!
I let you shine—but not too far.”
She cocked her brow. Her phone began
To catch this crumbling company man.
“You filmed that?” gasped the now-pale thief.
“TikTok’s a hell of a kind of grief…”

She said, “I’ve let your madness slide,
But patriarchy’s suicide.”
He dropped his pitch, his power suit,
Now silenced, slow, and resolute.
He hung his head in a shameful sway—
The Big Idea business man just walked away.

Poem collaboration with ChatGPT and Peg Fulton
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