A viper’s tongue behind padlocked lips: the self-proclaimed elite controls every word from the boss’s mouth.
Long, pointed ears eavesdrop on whispers and gossip.
A straw stuck straight into the brain because the wolves and sharks of the office must sip fresh ideas they’re incapable of creating themselves.
On their foreheads, the dollar sign, like a third eye, reveals their greed and stinginess.
And who comes out on top? A tiny worm, endlessly feasting on whatever it can drain from this swarm of vermin…