The Quarterly Dreamer!
He stands with charts, with plans so grand,
Sketchy and rigid roadmaps, drawn by steady hand.
He dreams of arbitrary dates and perfect flow,
Of Sub-Initiatives and Epics aligned in tidy row.
He speaks of Sprints and outputs to be precise,
And trades in slides and high advice.
“Commit!” he cries, after the hand mime show
Where confidence whispers in seamless flow.
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Around him dance the unicorns-
of shifting needs and work reborn.
They whispered truths he wouldn’t hear:
“The world will change, the path’s unclear.”
A dreamer with a paper crown,
Building castles all lined upside down.
He clutches hope in capacity-sheet gold,
While destiny upfront can’t be told.
Oh dreamer, wake, the world won’t wait — -
Plans may guide, but never fate.
