Our stomaches ached

zero, the fuking culprit again.
What we had,
up to the meeting,
was zero, zilch, nada, nothing,
void**, null.

Our stomaches ached,
as the emptiness was acute.
The patterns in the tie
started to twirl and blur.

Probably too much coffee
and a nerve rack.
Another day, the definition
of victory
is a stalemate,
at best.

Sure, we can go on forever,
at least till
FYIFV,
but they dont give stock options no more
and nobody believes in bubbles
anymore
except a house in the west.

The sum total,
was zero.
We laughed and walked away.

Dont forget to turn off
the projector...
...when you are done
with your display of
(take air)
globalleadershipandstrategicthinkingandblueoceanstrategyandpartnering

Oh, by the way,
that powerpoint is wrong...