The Meetings Times Three

The Meeting

So here I sit,
Cause there’s always a meeting going on.
I'm in a pit,
The boss says skills need to be honed.
The speaker is a snit,
My, how could he be such a bore?
He’s lacking in wit.
I don’t think my butt can stand any more.

Another Meeting

My ear is hanging by a thread,
A victim of my department head,
He rose to speak of what he knew,
My ear fell before he was half through.

Still Another Meeting

A gov’ment man is before the group,
Speaking words of coded thought,
Haranguing the listeners, revving the troops,
And now I know what my taxes bought.