Office at the Top

He had arrived.

It was a difficult journey.
One that took years.
But it was well worth it.
He was a Professional.

He put his nose to the grindstone
at a early age and did what
he had to do to get to
The Top.

Armed with a cutthroat
reptilian ego, feirce determination,
sharp focus, nerves of steel,
saintly patience and unyeilding
p-e-r-s-i-s-t-a-n-c-e...
He had conquered all!

...and he had made it
to that wonderous place
he used to only hear about;
dream about... the office
on the top floor,
but, for a brief moment
it felt... lonely.

He had arrived
and he was alone.
There was no one
here to celebrate with.
No one left to congratulate him,
admire him...
but he supposed
that came with the territory
and he was learning.

Because on his way up
he had burned all his bridges
and squashed his rivals
like grapes.

Of his subordinates,
not many survived.
Those that had were beaten;
and pummeled into submission
to glorify him.
Besides, he could
always find new ones
to replace the old ones that expired;
fresh underlings that would
exalt and worship him;
treat him like the
cooperate God he was.
For he understood finance,
his company turned a profit,
and he was on his way!

This was the way of the world,
the way he was taught to do things,
and this was business.

He was the
COO-Cheif Opreating Officer
and a heavy hitter,
a highflyer, a major player;
The Head Honcho!

and be certain;
heads will always roll!