He stands on goals and does not waver
Ordering layoffs without disdain
Never caring results bring pain
Only gloating at profits to savor.

Some call him mean and pure demonic
He tells them no, I save the nation
My actions really bring elation
You don’t appreciate—you’re too laconic.

All hail the chief, he thirsts for power
And calls it love with tender care
While stripping assets from gilded tower
It’s for your good, if you could bear
That your free spirit be called as mine
I won the spoils, it’s only fair.