Upskilling.

‘Upskilling’ they call it, whoever ‘they’ are,
another super idea they developed at the bar.
“Let's put them in a room that smells of tuna melt,
the one decorated by the guy with a boner for felt,
I don’t have time to go over it much,
I'm running too late for my free buffet lunch”
And don’t worry that the 'skills' are nothing that they NEED
And don't let them out, not even if they plead.
How much were ‘they’ paid to come up with this plan?
Seventy Thousand a year? Big Up to ‘the man’.
If you think I'm being over the top, that’s really a shame,
Cause I'm sitting in that room and I'm feeling this pain.
The guy next to me thinks he’s a real comic wit.
But in reality he’s actually an absolute tit.
And now he’s started eating a fucking pork pie,
Oh God somebody shoot me, just take me out to die
I’d like to see 'the management' sat here in my chair,
Preferably doused in petrol and clutching a flare.
But I never will, they are so busy you see,
indulging in a free lunch, that is paid for by me.