The customer is always right

 The worker is always at fault, relentlessly troubleshoot for sport;

be it day; night or mourning for grandparents loss -- keep smiling -- 

its the lot you chose to toss. Always the best manners and clean shirt;

to represent the Valour and Fealty of your House - so cleanse the dirt!!

The worker is always at fault, even then leading as captain, the dreadnaught, 

his soul firmly in the grasp of his Master, like a sparrow, in the claws of the Dragon. 

No thought, nor contempt may show in his face or expression distress ill-will.

For His House and His Banner, to die in battle for Honour sake, Kamikaze and chill... 

The worker is always at fault, then spilling his beans, he better roll them under his fiends;

to make them a noble sacrifice, Even if loosing face, take down as many adversaries in heed.

There you can Harakiri and farewell, then the Masters Honour has been fed swimmingly swell; 

to draw attention away from his face and take the poison inside your grave, dug under the rock.

The worker is always at fault, giving solution not having problems; not passing it to his betters; 

why trouble the dragon and wake him up! That's the right spot, then you fan the good sleep, 

to shelther on Sabbath day his worthy slumber. Fanning his own flames of glee and resolve; 

get the job done, not to ask  rewards, for he did as was told, the chosen commission at hand.

The worker is always at fault -- are there even workers, or are they all withholt; 

holster your guns and sheathe your swords accordingly. Checking your privilege 

to be the knight in worthhy armor, be it white or black. For you love your King, 

not your wife nor mother nor ancestors -- so go forth for yours Godspeed be still.