Of All That Matters

Towers taller than towers
A badge and a tie that promises underwhelming powers
Like gold plated urinals and parking that tell everyone everyday who you want them to see.
An office with a office inside.
A salary that makes you smirk at the sheep on the sly.
As if sheep would understand what that smirk means to you, as if they would think of anything other than what they were going to do,
A computer in front that contains all of your brains.
With such power, such gravitas you struggle to refrain,
From telling your friends you control ten other people who look just the same.
You building is the height of 4000 dull men, and when you stride to the top you can no longer spy,
The people who will be you, when it no longer means much for you to be you,
or when the they that can be you can do it for half the price.