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In boardrooms fierce, where corporate titans clash,
Achilles rose, with power and wrath to smash.
His name resounds, his ego stands upright,
A force to reckon with, a titan of might.
The king, Agamemnon, ruler of the trade,
Provoked Achilles, his demands not paid.
A slight to pride, to honor, and respect,
Achilles’ fury burned, his heart erect.
Like rap’s cadence, his words spit fire and flow,
He dropped the verses, struck with a mighty blow.
His swagger dripping, every line precise,
He seized the mic, the stage, and claimed his rights.
“The profits earned, the spoils that I’m owed,
Shall not be snatched away, this must be showed.
For in this game, this corporate battlefield,
No one shall trample on my rightful yield.”
Alliances formed, as factions took their stance,
Executives lined up, a power-filled dance.
Achilles, backed by loyal warriors strong,
His posse rose, a formidable throng.
But Agamemnon, cunning in his own right,
A web he wove, with power shining bright.
He rallied forces, whispers in the night,
To keep control, his grip, his rule held tight.
The struggle waged, each verse a potent strike,
As rap’s beats thumped, the contest came to spike.
With cunning moves and cunning words at play,
The corporate battlefield, where fortunes sway.
Yet, in the end, Achilles would not yield,
His wrath consumed, his heart refused to shield.
The battle raged, as profit’s lust took hold,
And corporate empires burned, fierce and bold.
So, let this tale of wrath and corporate might,
Remind us of the struggles, dark and bright.
Where rap’s rhythm echoes through boardroom walls,
And power’s game ensnares, enthralls, enthralls.
We were promised flying cars, dammit! (Someone)
Left to its devices and the laziness of the monied classes, this where AI will lead us in the arts. Soylent Green for the mind.
