The Corporate Inferno: A Symphony of Schedules

In cubicles, a labyrinth of woe,

Where endless meetings spawn and grow,

A corporate dance, a ceaseless flow.

From dawn to dusk, we're held in thrall,

By PowerPoints that rise and fall,

Our minds ensnared in duty's call.

Yet hope persists, a fading light,

As we emerge from day's long fight,

To taste sweet freedom in the night.