It only takes a brand new bureaucrat
To twist your life around. She'll tell you what
You want to hear: she wants to use you -- look
At your C.V.! You start designing classes
She lets you think you're going to teach one day.
And after all, why shouldn't she? You did
Have high evaluation scores, so high
You went from adjunct to a lecturer
Under her predecessor. You don't know
That that's the problem -- bureaucrats dispose
Of anyone they didn't choose. She'll lie
To you while slipping poison in your tea,
Interpreting the past and all your actions
In terms as negative as possible
And seek the time to strike, to give the dose
That does you in. She'll smile and watch you die.