in the board room the quiet man

takes a second to think what to do

he's out of his seat and he's starting to speak

and he hears his own voice



for years and years he's done nothing but bow down

and put up with all their demands

she sits like a viper and offers the clock

without giving a damn

he takes it



"honour forbids me, but honour be damned

you have whined 'til you got what you want

i did the working when thing were going badly

you left us to rot"



he locked the door of the boardroom

and turned like the scene from the old country song

towering over the table he's lost

he is drunk with it all



"you only

came back to us when we'd turned it around

when we'd rescued your arse from the fire

your contribution to all that we did was to say

it was dire"



"night after day after night i've been working

despite of you fucking us all

now i'm gonna die i don't care if you cry

just please leave me alone"



"and spare your tears for yourself

we've had those 'til we're sick

you should leave while you still have the chance"



the others were shocked at this shameful disgrace

at the end of a honoured career

he paused in the silence to pull down his tie

and observe the melée