I picked up a career ladder
To get ahead at work,
But wasn’t sure exactly what to do,
So I laid it on its side
Straddled o’er the chasm wide
Between the role of me and that of you.
With the ladder ‘cross the ridge
It became a sort of bridge,
But not one with stability in mind.
I walked across each rung,
Did my job, and held my tongue
And on the other side what did I find?
Well, I must be frank with you:
There was a very similar view
Of a gaping gap between the then and now
But I feel somewhat misled;
I’m no higher nor more ahead
And the ladder-maker won’t say why or how.
The Daily Travesty 