A vacation with pay, more or less,
while others are left to sort out the mess.
A time to contemplate what was done,
before the axe or a reprieve is won.
A convenient reminder of what to do,
when everything finally catches up with you.
A time to ponder, to ensure fate,
perhaps to act, before it's too late.
A time of rumors great and small,
Will anyone ever learn the truth of it all?
So while you are clawing your way to the top,
administrative leave may bring it to a stop.
Think about it.
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