Being subversive

Well, that was a nasty surprise.
 
I have many words to pen right now,
but it's hard to use them judiciously
at times of stress, anger and hurt.
They whiz around my mind
in a dizzying whirlpool;
spinning, colliding, seeking escape.
 
It's not in my nature to do anything rash,
to stamp my feet, or shout
or let the words explode from my mouth
or pen.
 
My preferred style would be to wait
until I'm feeling much calmer,  
then to take the corporation down
with a devastating, cutting remark;
out-talking, out-thinking,
out-smarting them all.
 
As that would amount to social suicide,
I'll borrow a few choice words
from my closest confidants instead.
Malpractice. Rude. Ignorant.  
Short-sighted. Unethical. Self-destructive.
Powerful, aren't they?
I like that; they can stand.
 
Going forward (spot the executive jargon),
the most elegant course of action
is to be smiley and helpful, positive and humble;
be seen to be living my best life
and employing my superior work ethic.
To replay evil with good
and to show inexplicable kindness.
 
Confused? Good.