Poem For The product Traniner Mr. Clayton

In the soporofic Boardroom
Ornamented with the abstract Art

I am learning which I`ll never use in life
Its irony of sorts that I am getting paid for it

`ey say u should knw indstry dynamics
Smetims the explainations r as vague as theories thmselves

So Shall i question the system
or accept the absurdity

Feel sorry for the enthusiasm of the teacher
Feel sorry for self too as a sufferrer

Worse both are getting paid for teh arrangement
But some things are beyond rationale

World is round else would have pushed mr clayton off the cliff