Trapped in my cubicle, I spend my days
Working for Wells Fargo, in a never-ending daze
I hear the executives talk about diversity and inclusion
But it's all just a joke, an elaborate illusion
They talk about promoting from within, and giving us a raise
But the reality is far different, with subpar pay and endless red tape
I'm sick of it all, this corporate charade
Where they talk a good game, but their actions are all fake
I dream of the day when I can break free
From this corporate prison, and live a life that's wild and free
But for now, I'll just sit and roll my eyes
At the endless meetings and empty promises, oh how they rise
It may not be glamorous, but it's what I've got
Trapped in this cubicle, but at least I'm not forgot
So here's to Wells Fargo, the corporate clown
With all their talk of diversity and inclusion, just shut the he-l down.