I ran across this poem I wrote back when GW was president. I thought it still had something to say.
Get to work on time.
Overtime is mandatory
because the company owns your ass.
Work man, work, toil man, toil.
You’ve become a corporate tool.
Your family no longer recognizes you
because you now live at work.
Work man, work, toil man, toil.
Like all of America,
you’re in debt out the wazoo.
So, you drag your tired ass to work.
You’ve given your
blood, sweat and life
to this company.
Work man, work, toil man, toil.
The US gives tax breaks to companies who move overseas.
President Bush says outsourcing is good.
You wonder why you voted for Bush.
What the hell were you thinking?
Then you remember, your beloved NRA told you to.
Work man, work, toil man, toil.
They moved your company to Mexico,
vamoose without an adios amigo.
You worked man, worked.
You toiled man, toiled.
You’re too old to get another job
and too young to retire
because congress keeps raising the retirement age.
No work man, work, no payday man.
At least Bush let you keep your gun.
You can use it to hunt or to rob a bank to feed your family.
Worse comes to worst you can
use it to end your misery.
No work man, no payday.
You had that “Lock em up and throw away the key”
conservative Republican mentality.
Now that you’re a have not,
you’re having criminal thoughts.
No work man, no payday.
While you were out hunting, job hunting
an endangered species in these days of globalization,
your family left your broke ass.
Not very sporting is it, sportsman for Bush,
as your bumper sticker declares.
Poverty is bad for family values,
so, you’re fucked man fucked.
Welcome to America’s future poor man,
broke ass man, discarded man
American working class man.
‘”Capitalism cannot survive without a working class, the working class can flourish a lot more freely without capitalism.” ~ Terry Eagleton
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