The Preying MantisOf all the businesses, by far,
Consultancy's the most bizarre. For, to the penetrating eye, There's no apparent reason why, With no more assets than a pen This group of personable men Can sell to clients more than twice The same ridiculous advice, Or find, in such a rich profusion, Problems to fit their own solution. The strategy that they pursue - To give advice, instead of do - Keeps their fingers on the pulses Without recourse to stomach ulcers, And brings them monetary gain, Without a modicum of pain. The wretched object of their quest, Reduced to cardiac arrest, Is left alone to implement The asinine report they've sent. Meanwhile the analysts have gone Back to client number one Who desperately needs their aid To tidy up the mess they made. And on and on - ad infinitum The masochistic clients invite 'em. Until the merciful reliever Invokes the company receiver. No one really seems to know The rate at which consultants grow. By some amoeba-like division? Or chemo-biologic fission? They clone themselves without an end Along their exponential trend. The paradox is each adviser, If he makes his client wiser, Inadvertently destroys The basis of his future joys. So does anybody know Where the latter-day consultants go? |