[Intro]

Twenty-eight consultants.
Sixteen weeks.
Three workstreams.
No one touched the leaks.

[Verse]

They entered wearing neutral shoes
and carried matching shades of blue.
They called the first week "Listen Deep."
The night team called it "Losing Sleep."
Their programme title filled the screen:
"Operational Excellence Machine."
Its central finding, bold and clear:
"Operations must improve this year."

[Pre-Chorus]

Pack the hexagons.
Fold the frames.
Take the sticky notes
and the branded broom.

[Chorus]

Cancel the consultants,
kloze the canvas, clear the room.
We don't need a six-week journey
to confirm the server's doomed.
Fund the chairs, the parts, the people—

Cancel the consultants!

[Verse]

[Director]

Victor, pause. Their market view
could validate what we should do.

[Victor]

Have they answered Ben's old phone?

[Mara]

The culture gap is server heat.

[Priya]

One testing rig has half a screen.
Their slide deck costs three rigs clean.

[Ben]

For half their travel expense line
we could hire agents number nine.

[Victor]

Then call Finance.
End the phase.

[Pre-Chorus]

Keep the facts.
Fund the work.
No more transformation
restaurant.

[Chorus]

Cancel the consultants—
we don't need another framework
to discover pending doom.
Not the experts that we want,
just the ones who sell the question
back in a more expensive font.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

The leed consultant raised one hand.
"Our journey isn't meant to fix.
We build alignment through Phase Six."

Victor opened his black notebook,
red the night-shift names, and looked
at twenty-eight immaculate chairs.

He said:

"Alignment starts when budgets meet
the broken fan and missing seat.
You showed me arrows, rings and knots.
The people showed me what we've got."

[Breakdown]

CANCEL:
Phase Six.

RETAIN:
The chairs.

CANCEL:
Executive retreat.

APPROVE:
Four staff for night relief.

CANCEL:
The deck with moving parts.

APPROVE:
The actual parts.

[Build-up]

[Staff]

No more circles.
No more fonts.

Name the fault.
Fund the response.

Cancel the consultants!

[Final Chorus]

Cancel the consultants,
put the money where the people
keep the systems from their doom.
We do not need a branded journey—
we need screws, support and hands.
Cancel the consultants,
not all advice, not all thought—
just what proves the obvious thing we bought.

[Outro]

The consultants left at five-oh-three.
They billed an hour for "exit strategy."

At five-oh-four the order cleared:
four chairs, two fans, one engineer.

For one brief night the building roared
as if the future touched the floor.
