We often called him Postponer.
We went to him to help delay
The deadlines higher-ups had set
Without a thought for what we’d say.

He simply called the higher-ups
And asked them for a better view
Of where things stood and why we should
Attempt to meet the deadlines new.

He somehow spoke with such finesse,
Such mastery of voice and tone,
The higher-ups would push the date
And think they did it on their own.

I heard today he’d lost his touch.
He couldn’t charm the Highest-up.

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