'sisyphean'

The maintenance crew
Scrapes the weeds out
From between the paving stones
So that your CEO can OK the brochure
That talks about world class facilities
I wrote the brochure.

You, me, and the maintenance crew
We're matryoshka dolls
Keep opening us up
Until the tiniest little CEO soul
Is found, like a lump of coal
Like a blob of tar
Like a rake forever scraping away
The weeds that always grow back.