To resign and shuffle off to the peace of the farm,

leaving the sheep in charge of spraying

on the graffiti declaring pig propaganda,

is now seen as the new leadership,

the firm control and guidance required

in 21^st Century

short attention span

management.

I resign in that case, I throw my towel in

to the wolves, baying for blood, baying

for the next willing victim, baying

for the sake of hearing their own howl

and piss in the wind…patience

is dead, it departed when playing games