Oui to the Yes to the .....Man

Belbin may have talked of plants and stuff. He may be right with his team, but sometimes there are those that think teams are for relegating. There are those of  a pretence, who can "Oui", like a Python saying pretentiously, Moi.

There is a favourite word "Yes" in the whispering, there is a favourite phrase "Three bags full" in the ether, and there is a favourite sentence "Jesus wept" in the Bible;  and not only because it is short, but that some other fella is crying.

These are the machinations of the man going up, a ladder to the executive toilet,  a staircase to Heaven called Hell. The man with a will to please, a man awaiting his inheritance, a man who will represent rather than contribute, a man who will smile rather than laugh, a man who will say yes more often than bride.

He is surviving in a jungle marked by moveable walls and corridors. He knows it is a jungle, he is a man, he is the animal, he knows that survival of the fittest rests on saying yes, he is the survivor where others may cry.