Take Your Carriage Clock And Shove It

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In the boardroom the quiet man takes a second to think what to do; 
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He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak and he hears his own voice; 
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For years and years he's done nothing but bear down, and put up with all their demands; 
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She sits like a viper and offers a clock without giving a damn...He takes it; 
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"Honour forbids me, but honour be damned, you have wined till you got what you want; 
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I did the work and when things were going badly you left us to rot"; 

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He locked the door of the boardroom and turned, like the scene from the old country song; 
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Towering over the table he is lost; he is drunk with it all: 
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"You only came back to us when we'd turned it around, when we'd rescued your arse from the fire; 
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Your contribution to all that we did is to say it was dire" 

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"Night after day after night I've been working, despite of you fucking us all; 
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Now I'm going to die, I don't care if you cry, just please leave me alone; 
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And spare those tears for yourself, we've had those 'till we're sick, you should leave while you still the chance"; 
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The others were shocked at this shameful display at the end of an hounoured career; 
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He paused in the silence to pull down his tie and observe the melee.