This is real motivation:
If
If you can keep your head when those who manage
Have lost the plot and need someone to blame,
And bust your gut to minimise the damage,
And know you’ll never blush to find it fame;
If you can knuckle down and get the job done,
And be content with knowing it’s done well,
And seek no more reward - then you’re a mug, son.
Don’t work so hard – but push yourself like hell!
If you can boost your key performance metrics
With “competencies” that you never had,
With HR unaware that you’ve sussed their tricks
And found the loopholes in their latest fad;
If you can keep your boss, and his boss, happy
While letting lesser liveware do the work,
You’ll seem, to those who count, a clever chappie.
(Ignore the nobodies who think you shirk.)
If you know nothing practical – just bull****!
(Don’t worry, no-one senior will know.)
You’ll have your share of luck, my son, so push it!
You’ll be surprised how far and high you’ll go.
If you can meet redundancy and head-hunts,
And in the face of each be just as bold
(You’ll find it’s not so hard when it’s been done once
- But don’t forget your parachute of gold!);
If you do nothing useful, but can witter
About key tasks, rightsizing, and team roles
You’ll find that you’ll be seen as all the fitter
For more promotion up the greasy pole.
If you can talk the talk and walk the walk, son,
That’s all you need, to be a plutocrat.
Grab all you want; let others do the work, son,
And if you don’t – well, son, you’ll be a prat.
I'd agree it doesn't flow as well as Kiplings original version.