Move It
Let the bosses deal with the ****
It’s what they’re paid for
Why should we concern ourselves?
We have our own demons to slay
There are other opportunities out there
Not just their cheap scandalous account
Let’s move on get something better
Away from their hostility mind set and vices
I plan on being an astronaut
What about you?

Keeps Loading
The system keeps freezing it makes you want to be elsewhere
Rather than stuck here in work using a tool that’s frozen
You’re not in the mood for made in Red China jokes
You want to be on top of the mountain free from all this
Oh what crap you must endure but you have your reasons
To do all this and in time you’ll be free of all this *******
So have patience and let the system load think of later
When this moment passes what you’ll achieve do
This will seem like a kid’s dream or mild distraction
Till then your obsolete system keeps loading
When this time and moment passes it will be worth it
This you will fully see and understand

Moral Corruption
There was once a boss who was so vain
With long hair like a girl
He ran his fingers thru this
And swished his tail and his locks
Oh look such a pretty Alpha male boss
With all the selling skills and power
He had a 2nd in command a lieutenant
Whose position was higher than his chair
Both used a 3 step selling technique
It got good results for the hippy boss
Who ****** his coach/supervisor
She caterwauled like a dead cat my God!
Shut that woman up she gives me a headache
See them all plus the pet dog secretary
All on the other side of the fence
It's a case of them and us
Don't go over there without good reason
Go by the channels first your own sup
To see if he can sort the issue out
How can the issue of moral corruption
Be erased without dissolving the account?
We know what goes on behind the scenes
We see it with our own eyes oh yes
And the truth always wriggles free
The powerful vain hair swishing boss
Who will put you on VTO so get some sales!
He worships figures as some do him
I'm now one of them but I see his skills
Those cannot be denied and he's a good boss
But a ******* lousy person never a friend
This is how it is in B2B sales
Moral corruption anybody?

Verbal Activism
The man went for a hair cut
The barber told him
He had a friend from Ukraine
A female pal not a lover
Married to a guy
Both were of fighting age
She was a house wife
That really needed to be there
Making bullets or missiles
Or tending wounded soldiers
Does she have Russian citizenship?
Plus Ukrainian like many does
She lived in his country
Far from home right now
The man getting a trim
Told the barber
He wants Putin
And all his inner circle
To be assassinated
**** them all dead
The only way for it to stop
No more Putin's war
When he's a ******* corpse
All told while getting a trim
In some places those views are bad
The Ukrainian gal now has an ally

LINE



It’s a fine line between victory and defeat. In the heat of battle do you know which is which? Think of the difference between genius and insanity, when does a brilliant mind fall over the edge? If someone spreads rumours between you and your girl, who do you believe? This is the game of life, when a wrong becomes a right and vice versa. We all go from one extreme to the other, at some point. The silly thing is that we should know when to stop but we never do, do we? Just one more affair or one more stolen car. In the end it doesn’t matter because we are all as bad as each other. You see, we don’t know what we had until it is gone – in this rock pool of life.

ABDUCTEE



You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what you are. It’s not your fault that you got scared, cry at night or get so lonely in a crowd. Everyday you ask the same two questions: Why me? And when will they come for me? You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights. So when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for death. Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it? No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee – aliens don’t exist, they say – they’re just in our minds.

TRAGIC FLIGHT



You feel like a wounded bird tumbling down from the heavens with a broken wing dragging you down. The sky spins around in a crazy swirl of emptiness, you’re falling so fast you seem to be standing still. You wonder what will it be like when you hit the earth, to become one with God. Will it hurt, will you suffer, or will it be so fast that you won’t even notice? Every spin on your broken wing is a look or a kiss with a stranger. When the ground strikes you down, is that the final fling or a crazy lustful ****? Or could a miracle happen to fix your wounded wing so that you can fly again into the arms of your lover?