In a boardroom far from light,
Two Dags stirred the corporate night.
With a call for change, he took his stand,
Specific directors, he would disband.
Whispers turned to thunderous roars,
As exits marked those office doors.
Directors fled, and managers too,
Replaced by an amateur crew,
Leaving ruins where ambitions grew.
Once a beacon, gaining ground
Now a shell, with growth cut down
The company in silence falls.
Two Dags, with his vision clear,
Wrought a fate both stark and sheer.
In pursuit of something new,
He shattered what the others knew.
Echoes of his bold decree,
Haunt the halls where dreams did flee.
A lesson carved in corporate stone:
Change, unbridled, stands alone.
For in the quest to start anew,
He forgot what structure held true.
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