I think the world needs new protocols:
Current ones suck.
You stand on stage and thank the man
Standing to your right or left.
Then he gets up and says, “Thank you,
You were great as well.”
Protocols suck because who do the job
Are kept in the back, or in the corner;
Kicked out of the frame, are not in the picture.
Because there are protocols which we must obey,
People’s time just goes to waste.
A well-known man delivers a speech
The same he delivered sometime last week
But he changes the names of the men
Sitting to his right or to his left.
Then follows the man with another recently modified speech
And the audience impatiently waits.
Every grain of boredom runs in their veins
And the famous man keeps delivering the old modified speech.
People on stage know it;
People backstage know it, too;
The audience, impatiently waiting, knows it, three.
But protocols are protocols so sit back and read.
“Listen, you mean?”
Because while the voice of the man echos,
You will be on facebook, instagram, or twitter
Or if, by good chance, your bff is close
Pieces of papers and pens fill the floor.
Everyone knows it but says, “It’s the protocol.”
We need to realize it,
Protocols were made to be broken.
Don’t waste my time once more,
And do it right for the sake of mankind:
Say what you want to say and sit down,
No need for an hour or two of wasteland.
Our time is money, and that sums it all
Speak, sit, ruck and roll.