Has work for you stopped being fun?
Are you angry at everything that’s done?
Do you find yourself getting mad
At every little thing that’s said?
With your two juniors you are fed
Up; they make your face go red
Then by my astute calculation
You’re a Mars of the corporation

You can be any type of employee you want to be
But don’t ever become a Jupiter
Please

Here’s why:

Jupiters are the middle-level managers
Who seem to have the most amount of work

Jupiters are the ones
With such a strong magnetic field
That they always find themselves
Attracting one project after another

Jupiters are the ones who are not even aware
Of the number of subordinates that report to them

There’s so much going around Jupiters
That nobody has bothered to take stock of things

Jupiters literally keep the company in shape
Without them the solar system would not be the same

Jupiters are the ones
With massive gas problem
Barely a wonder with all
The workload dumped on them

Jupiters take the fall for most of company’s failures
Who else would take the impact of the asteroids, comets and other celestial bodies?

Despite all this Jupiters barely get any sunlight
No recognition and average pay is their thing

You know you’re Saturn when
You’re having the most fun at work

I mean, other ladies have rings too
But yours are the only ones that get talked about

I mean, it also helps to have one hundred and forty six admirers circling around you all the time