No foundation, yet masters are many.
And they will PAY each one for downtime.
But I find that I too am to blame,
Though I am nobody here, and the project isn’t mine.

Best to hide behind other people’s backs,
Let the bewildered boss grease his own head.
The wise stay silent, look innocent,
They know — in a moment the cable will SNAP.

The planet hangs by a hair
Suspended over nothing,
Yet somehow the blame
Has been assigned to me too.