Around the boardroom table
come sit for the Last Supper,
if you are a Chosen One.
We’ll make the right decisions,
so nothing will be left–
or even in the middle.
That’s how we roll. We have an agenda.
Don’t get in our way–
or we’ll roll right over you.
Can’t you see the halos?
We’re writing God’s last will
and testament–to Capital.
Take, and feast upon
these crumbs that we scatter
from the Rich Man’s table.
Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine, under an abandoned boardroom table.