Bad Business Bladder


Bad Business Bladder

The business field reaps a rich harvest of flimflam,

Busy workers hiding behind corporate buzzwords,

Plastering defensive walls with bombastic jargon,

A tribal language cloaked in arrogance and clichés.

Tying their striking neck bows with sticky red tape.


In ceremonial meetings chaired by high earners,

Sales people churn out hackneyed phrases,

These business slang stalwarts with all their bling,

Bluffing and puffing and blowing the house down,

Silent killers armed with their deadly PowerPoints.


Figurative and elusive in their choice of language,

Executives sling hyperbole quick off the tongue,

Aided by market research and biased opinion polls,

Big data generates melodramatic hyped gibberish,

Bullshit dumped on yet another inane info graphic.


Blowing smoke up asses yet badmouthing each other,

Covering up information by digging graves for the truth,

Directors hide behind inflated egos and phony smiles,

Misrepresenting the facts to cover their dirty tracks,

Nursing fat bellies while sitting on anorexic bottom lines.


Honesty rarely works within this brain-numbing world,

Crafty, with their key takeaways and low hanging fruit –

 It’s all a buy in! Bladdering away keeping up pretenses,

Spineless wimps creating hell for their subordinates,

Climbing crumbling career ladders to Nowhere Land.

© Maz Tracey 

This poem was inspired by a great tweet from @Jeff Bullas (a prolific award winning Australian Social Media writer) on the topic of “business jargon”.

There are a lot of unhealthy work cultures and bad leaders out there – check out this power video on leadership with Simon Sinek  – it’s the antidote to my poem 🙂

“Serve those who serve others”

SPOOKY……Could we be travelling on Route 666?


Could we be travelling on Route 666?

Enter the digital marketplace,

Hyperlinked retail in space,

No need for bricks or mortar,

Always on and always open.


Fuelled by emerging technology,

Connecting buyers with sellers,

Trading down digital corridors,

Earth shrinks to small world.


Affiliated shop front windows,

Curating products on multiple sites,

Consumers advocate merchandise,

The digital shopper so switched on.


Browsing tablets in their hands,

Thumbs navigate their digital journey,

Minds occupied with connections,

Lined to a mobile support system.


Search algorithms seek keywords,

Hunters never click past first page,

Screening price and benefit,

What’s your story, what’s your price?


Consumerism now community based,

Blogging and sharing information,

Remarketing social content for free,

A new self-centred “me” engagement.


Addictive trips on crowded highways,

Constantly hell-riding the social web,

Digital lifestyles create beastly chaos,

Could we be travelling on Route 666?

© Maz Tracey 2013

My Addiction


My Addiction

When you wake me in the morning,

I caress your lovely face,

Ours is an intimate relationship,

You and I constantly together,

You are my addiction.


You are smart, you are connected,

With you, I’m never bored,

You know all my friends,

I would be lost without you,

You are my addiction.


I await your calls, your emails,

Your tweets and updates.

I check them all the time,

On the bus and with my friends,

You are my addiction.


We shop together, play together,

You help me all the time,

You’re my best friend,

The holder of my secrets,

You are my addiction.


When I hold you in my hands,

You make me feel secure,

We travel everywhere as one,

We are constantly connected,

You are my addiction.


You keep me so informed.

If I lost you, I’d lose my mind,

My existence matters with you,

My indispensable Samsung Galaxy,

You are my addiction.

© Maz Tracey 2013

#The Cookie Story


#The Cookie Story

To misquote Margaret Thatcher

“These cookies are not for dunking”

Instead of filling us with calories

They can bloat the ad mans’ salaries.


A digital cookie of the non-fat variety

Is text saved on your computer,

Collecting crumbs of information,

Tracking movements when online.


 It knows your name and where you live,

What gender you are, what you like,

No need to retype passwords,

This one smart cookie knows it all.


 This cool cookie predicts our needs,

Like looking for discounted cars,

Or those shoes with see-through plastic heels,

Tracking purchases and all ads clicked.


 So when you feel your computer reads you,

It´s just cookies feeding sites with data,

Predicting and anticipating future needs,

Customising user experience, and that’s all good.


 But even cookies become exploited,

Shared and sold by companies to junk mailers,

Selling your private information to ad men,

Who send those interfering annoying ads.


Remember your movements can be tracked online.

So to remove “remarketing ads” and end their glory,

Regularly empty your cache and history holder,

And that´s the moral of the cookie story!


Seeking digital enlightenment


Seeking digital enlightenment

Within this digital gold-rush,

In this culture of immediacy,

Even the Dala Lama tweets.


Dylan sang about changin’ “times”,

In our connected digital world,

It’s “people” that are  “a changin’ ”.


Finger tapping is the new dance,

On the bus and even on the street,

Heads bowed in worship to a new god.


The digital Pied Piper plays his tune,

Children tick his magic “like”,

Zuckered into spending too much time online.


A connected world for shadowy sharing,

Awash with bloggers and home-made videos,

Full of self-indulgent dull activity.


Social networks, online communities,

Big brands busy chasing cyber income,

From a more connected purchaser.


Wonder at this fast-connected world,

Real-time data at your fingertips,

A seismic social enlightening shifting.


This social media makes people talk,

Sharing stories to explain their world,

Sending cat videos, while sitting on the loo.


A more open social relationship,

Where people talk and share,

The era of freedom communication.


This digital explosion has happened,

Disruption media is everywhere,

Connect, join up and unite together.


No more “talkin’ ‘bout a Revolution”,

“Pass me my tablet doctor”

I’m gonna join this tribal revolution.

© Maz Tracey 2013