My spreadsheet’s a work of art.
Much information it contains.
Ask me anything you want,
For my part, took some brains.
I’ll tell you where you’ll find,
The fiction from the facts.
Reveal CFO’s fudges,
Because it’s smarts he lacks.
In the end, you’ll find your budget,
Of which you have to spend.
And, if there’ll be enough,
Until the project’s end.
And, how much you have billed,
Each customer for the labor,
Materials, freight and more,
Whatever they should pay for.
I create this masterpiece,
About every 14 days.
Depends on the week ending,
And, at what point the job’s phase.
I can do what the Software can’t.
So, one thing’s sure as surety.
Keep hold of my vital place,
Take comfort in job security.
Not to toot my own horn.
My talent’s worth every ounce.
I know without my skills,
Paychecks would surely bounce.
And those whom depend on me,
Are too, just working stiffs.
Feed a family, roof over head,
Work hard putting up with sh*t.
And, two weeks from now,
New spreadsheet, new page,
So use the old sheet,
To line your bird cage.