The Corporate Rapper

The Corporate Rapper

By Christopher Nagle



Tap your toes on the corporate stairs.
Rap your knuckles round the corporate chairs.
Beat the opposition by the foulest means or fair.
Trample over colleagues without conscience or a care.
Be scared – of the corporate rapper.

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I’m alright I’m a corporate fella.
I’ve got power and position to fulfilla.
You are here at the bidding and the pleasure
Of – the corporate rapper.

Speed that line to the factory gate.
Up the pace at the warehouse mate.
Cut the numbers at the office interstate.
There’s a penalty for slowness and consignments that are late.
We hate – the corporate rapper.

CHORUS

I am the maker and destroyer of worlds.
I get the choice of the best looking girls.
I live in a house lined with real walnut burl.
And I holiday in chateaux that had once belonged to earls.
Flags unfurl – for the corporate rapper.

CHORUS

Eighty hours a week I toil to make my richly golden crust.
At the end of it I’m knackered.  I don’t feel like even lust.
My wife she took the super, couldn’t see her for the dust.
And the children crushed the grapes of wrath like elephants with musth.
It’s a bust – for the corporate rapper.

CHORUS

Our corporate rapper got slower and fatter,
But the younger dab rappers rapped faster.
And it mattered.  They ratted.  His rap was in tatters.
Demoted, redundant and plastered.
Poor bastard – the corporate rapper.

CHORUS

His once fine house upon the sea has an oil slick on the beach.
His salt affected land on the River Murray bank’s got gum trees white and bleached.
His alpine lodge has got no snow coz the greenhouse upped the heat.
And the acid rain etches duco stains as his Merc drives down the street.
That’s defeat – for the corporate rapper.

CHORUS

He left behind a world less kind where you had to be thin and fat.
His lean and hungry beady-eyed kids grew into fine shithouse rats.
But they became sleek on a diet of pique and a fabulous excess of crap.
Thus their father was found in a crumpled up mound, dead for months in a Gold Coast flat.
And that was that – for the corporate rapper.

CHORUS