anonymous
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anonymous
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The House That Fakes Built
In a building of glass with a magenta-plated name,
Lies a company thriving on ego and shame.
They smile in the light, but it’s all just for show—
Behind every handshake, a dagger will go.
The bosses are clueless, the crooks get a raise,
While talent and truth are left in a daze.
They preach about “culture” and “values” with flair,
But promote every fraud with hot air to spare.
Liars wear crowns, and slackers wear suits,
Honesty is punished, mediocrity roots.
If you’re bold, they’ll break you; if kind, they’ll ignore—
But kiss the right boots? You’ll soar through the floor.
So, here’s to the fakes in their corner office chairs,
Building empires on backstabs and blank stares.
But kingdoms of ego will crumble and fall—
And the truth they suppress? It outlasts them all!!!
In a building of glass with a magenta-plated name,
Lies a company thriving on ego and shame.
They smile in the light, but it’s all just for show—
Behind every handshake, a dagger will go.
The bosses are clueless, the crooks get a raise,
While talent and truth are left in a daze.
They preach about “culture” and “values” with flair,
But promote every fraud with hot air to spare.
Liars wear crowns, and slackers wear suits,
Honesty is punished, mediocrity roots.
If you’re bold, they’ll break you; if kind, they’ll ignore—
But kiss the right boots? You’ll soar through the floor.
So, here’s to the fakes in their corner office chairs,
Building empires on backstabs and blank stares.
But kingdoms of ego will crumble and fall—
And the truth they suppress? It outlasts them all!!!