So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
-Bob Marley
The corporate ladder, propped in front of my path, awaits
Directly relates to my status, and any influence I create
That escalator, merely steps away, is inaccessible
More fortunate cohorts drive my fury to irrepressible
Effortless elevation in the face of my climb
They peer over, as if disgraced by the time...
Put into an area I do not enjoy thoroughly
Subconsciously I employ jealousy
They have what I deserve, the statement I dwell upon
Left to observe, wanting what their pockets swell from
I grasp the ladder’s frame, needing to make up position
More talent, if not the same, why can’t I get recognition?
They will become the big tree that towers above me
Branching out, their power is stretched, more widely seen
I, like the rest, have not accepted this as simply routine
Those with my situation, stand below, sharp with emotion
We are the small axe, ready to cut, bringing their demotion