[Verse 1 – Marilyn] Dialed into the call, cameras blinking on, Screens split in boxes… numbers stacked in a yawn. Fly Club’s official… forms all neatly done, Paw on approvals… Rowdy’s work has begun. [Verse 2 – Garry, internal panic → relief] Blink once… panic rising… a Maine Coon at the helm, I start to sweat, feel the absurdity overwhelm. Then I notice her focus, eyes glued to the screen, She’s reading the invoices… not seeing the feline scene. Oh… thank goodness, she’s blinded by the mess, Numbers, tuna payments… she won’t notice the rest. [Verse 3 – Marilyn] Payments recorded, holdovers cleared, reports aligned, Everything’s in the black, shipment times well-defined. Less product damaged, profits looking right, On paper, perfect… why would I fight? [Bridge – Marilyn, reluctantly] I could question forms, maybe push the point, But the bottom line shows green… no need to anoint. Boss shrugs, says, “Looks good, keep it moving,” Absurd or not, the numbers keep improving. [Verse 4 – Rowdy] I blink once, paw taps… approve the lot, Forms get stamped… mystery forgot. Everyone sees authority, nothing seems off, Official stamp applied… nobody scoffs. [Chorus – Garry, internal calm] Relax… nod… she’s too focused on the stats, Rowdy’s doing nothing… no one notices the cat. NDA binds me… nothing to reveal, Officially a cat… yet it’s all ideal. [Outro – Marilyn] Meeting ends, voices fade, papers filed unseen, Officially Fly Club… somehow pristine. Numbers in the black, shipments on time, Absurd as it feels… everything’s fine.
