Chief Executive Emeritus

Spoke the man, "We need a new business model,"

A gruff rasp in his no-nonsense voice.

"We need to let the innovation genie out of the bottle

and defy the constraints of the tyrrany of choice."

"Are you hearing?" he inveighed, "are you paying full attention?"

and to emphasize the point, banged his fist upon the table.

"What's our mission statement?  Who believes our value proposition?

What good is any profit if your cash flow isn't stable?"

"Stable," mused the woman and she smiled to herself.

Enraged, he fulminated, "Do you think that this is funny?

You won't be laughing when downsizing comes and puts you on the shelf.

My God, girl, can't you see? Our accounts are bleeding money."

"Long tail, shifts of paradigm, it's Business 2.0.

I want to kill our competition.  Deliver me their heads!"

"OK, Mr. CEO," cooed the patient Nurse Moreau,

"There's Jell-o for dessert tonight.  Don't forget to take your meds."

(sorry, no illustration this time -- i'm no good at people.)