The Corporate Camel

In the land of cubicles and endless meetings,
A transformation occurred, defying all greetings.
An executive, once human, now stood as a camel,
His new form a metaphor, capitalism’s channel.

With two humps for burdens, he lumbered through halls,
His tie now a halter, his suit in tatters falls.
“Efficiency!” he bellowed, his voice now a bray,
“We must work harder, there’s no time for delay!”

His employees stared, slack-jawed and confused,
As he demanded more hours, their free time refused.
“But sir,” they protested, “We’re already bone-dry!”
“Nonsense!” he snorted, “Just look at how I

Carry the weight of this company with ease,
My humps are my strength, now get on your knees!”
He spat as he spoke, his disdain now quite clear,
For those who sought balance, or worse — showed fear.

But as days turned to weeks, his perspective shifted,
The weight on his back, no longer uplifted.
He longed for water, for rest, and for shade,
Realizing at last the mistake he had made.

“Perhaps,” he pondered, as he chewed on his cud,
“Our worth isn’t measured by sweat, tears, and blood.
Maybe life’s more than profits and bottomless grind,
And treating folks like pack mules is terribly unkind.”

So he shed his old ways, like sand from his hide,
And led with compassion, taking it all in stride.
The Corporate Camel, once burdened and sore,
Found that kindness and balance yielded much more.

Now the office’s oasis, not a mirage of greed,
He understood finally what humans really need:
Not endless toil till we drop in the sand,
But fulfillment and purpose, hand in hand.