MK Crow Empire - Join the Remote Meeting Circus Lyrics

Welcome, welcome to the digital zoo,
Where your Wi-Fi drops, and your boss turns blue.
Your screen's a kaleidoscope of frozen faces,
In awkward poses, from weird places.

Oh, the signal's weak, and the sound's all wrong,
But at least you're not stuck in traffic too long.
No more subway smells or cramped cubicles,
Just mute button fails and awkward miracles.

Your colleague's in bed, with a messy hairdo,
Another's in a suit, but in boxers too.
The guy from I.T. looks like he's on Mars,
While the CEO's struggling to open a candy bar.

Oh, the Wi-Fi's weak, and the video's blurry,
But it's better than that morning hurry.
No more stale donuts in the conference room,
Just your cat's butt making its debut on Zoom.

Here comes the echo, like a ghost in the machine,
And someone's mic's on, sharing things obscene.
Your Slack's on fire, with pings and dings,
While the agenda's lost in a sea of things.

The boss just asked for your latest report,
But the screen just died, and you can't retort.
Your kid's in the background, screaming for lunch,
While your stomach's grumbling, ready to munch.

Oh, the Wi-Fi's weak, and the sound's all off,
But at least you're not stuck with Karen's cough.
No more coughing fits in that stuffy space,
Just a virtual background of outer space.

Your neighbor's dog is barking up a storm,
And your spouse just walked by in rare form.
The PowerPoint's frozen on slide number two,
But at least no one can smell your last night's stew.

Oh, the video's lagging, and the chat's a mess,
But it's better than the boss's Monday stress.
No more passive-aggressive side-eye glares,
Just the comfort of your own comfy chairs.

The meeting's still going, three hours long,
With no end in sight, and the coffee's gone.
Your boss's cat is now part of the call,
While you're doodling crows on your whiteboard wall.

Oh, the Wi-Fi's weak, and the signal's breaking,
But it's better than a face-to-face faking.
No more pretenses, no need to impress,
Just remote meeting chaos in all its mess.

Someone's eating chips, crunching away,
Another's mic is hot, with nothing to say.
The screen just flashed a disturbing meme,
But at least you're not in that morning dream.

The boss says "wrap it up," but you're still here,
In this bizarre virtual meeting sphere.
Your dog just farted, your coffee's cold,
And the presentation's still on hold.

Oh, the Wi-Fi's weak, and the sound's distorted,
But it's better than being office-reported.
No more useless small talk or stale air,
Just the circus of remote work, if you dare.

So here's to the glitches, the chaos, the quirks,
The digital weirdness, where sanity lurks.
We'll take this circus over the office grind,
Because at least here, we can lose our mind.