what kind of meeting is this
i came here to make progress
not to take a piss and compare
stare and dare

some here are grinders
chewing on newly-purchased glass shards
some here are dreamers
proudly dealing themselves shitty cards

and there's never a leader
to enter the room
just when we need her
or god forbid, him

watching the watches
like soviet spies
killing off seconds
under a polite nodding disguise

and always one person
typing away
in case the sages of history
wish to remember this day
this hour, this minute
this meeting of few
the glory of progress
the likes of which only we knew