Flour's flying fingers pointing
Who's to blame for all disjointing
Packing says it's milling's dust
Operations lost their trust
Warehouse whispers secrets loud
Commercials in a clouded shroud
Management in chaos screams
Chasing down those customer dreams
Blame game on a midnight shift
Who's the grifter who's the gift
Fists of flour punch the night
In the mill we're born to fight
Milling shrugs it's not our load
Packing grumbles ready to explode
Operations digs a trench
Commercial's got a sneaky quench
Warehouse stacked like spinning tales
Management's face growing pale
Chaos in the flour mill air
Finger-pointing everywhere
Flour mill fables we all write
In the shadows of the night
Operations tumble down
Commercials wear a twisted crown