in the board room the quiet man takes a second to think what to do he's out of his seat and he's starting to speak and he hears his own voice
for years and years he's done nothing but bow down and put up with all their demands she sits like a viper and offers the clock without giving a damn he takes it
'honour forbids me, but honour be damned you have whined 'til you got what you want i did the working when thing were going badly you left us to rot'
he locked the door of the boardroom and turned like the scene from the old country song towering over the table he's lost he is drunk with it all
'you only came back to us when we'd turned it around when we'd rescued your arse from the fire your contribution to all that we did was to say it was dire'
'night after day after night i've been working despite of you fucking us all now i'm gonna die i don't care if you cry just please leave me alone'
'and spare your tears for yourself we've had those 'til we're sick you should leave while you still have the chance'
the others were shocked at this shameful disgrace at the end of a honoured career he paused in the silence to pull down his tie and observe the melée