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Stripping You of Your Privilege YOU! Tall and lean and impossibly handsome and Corporate In your magnificent pinstriped business suit and perfectly tied silk tie and your hundred dollar haircut your privileged male feet hidden inside impeccably polished black English dress shoes Staring at me through your designer sunglasses Haughty, confident, insolent Stepping out of your Porsche before you enter your office building So smooth, clean, assured and perfect Maybe you are 35 years old, maybe 40 the world is yours Transformation I have news for you The tables are turned YOU have been the one in power. The one in control. So proud, so arrogant, so confident Starting at me, a total stranger Just part of your usual day I am just an object to you I am an OBJECT to you! Your beautiful smooth shaven face turns... but wait... Wait! No more NO MORE! The world has turned upside down Now YOU are the OBJECT I have the POWER to make things happen NOW LISTEN TO ME You have a new future LISTEN. OBEY Quit your important executive job Leave your successful corporate career That's right – now QUIT! Call from your phone Don't enter the building Tell them you’re quitting You are stunned and repelled and horrified You resist and argue You refuse and try to leave Your pride and anger rise But there is no escaping your destiny Your power is gone You are helpless to resist Forget your MBA Forget you ever went to a university Slide the business school ring off your long finger Give me the keys to that Porsche And take your Rolex, your gold wristwatch, off your wrist You won't be needing a watch I will tell you the time We will sell your watch You slide off your watch and surrender it Get those fancy, expensive, polished handmade shoes off Your pampered, privileged male feet Yes, your black dress socks too YOU, barefoot on the sidewalk! Leave the shoes right there on the sidewalk, in front of your former office building, shining in the sun. Empty and crying for their former owner Shocked, unable to resist, you untie and remove your shoes, peel off your long dress socks Put your expensive socks inside the shoes and drop the briefcase too Now get back into the Porsche you used to own Yes, in your bare feet Your smooth, clean size tens No - NOT the driver's seat Get in the passenger side I am driving I'm taking you to your own home as my Trophy How many times have you had a woman in your passenger seat? You behind the wheel, smiling your proud smile your perfect white teeth gleaming Straightening your necktie as your bragged about your corporate successes You and your car the proud conquerors Your handmade black leather shoes pressing the pedal of male power and privilege Now you - just a passenger! along for the ride in your own car the rich carpet of your Porsche under the smooth soles of your bare privileged feet Now the plan! We will marry and you will clean and cook and look very beautiful Now your LIFE LESSONS: Dumb down your smug, expensively high-class male executive SPEECH. More slang. Much less education in your voice Don’t talk – just listen to ME And you have to wipe off That arrogant male grin like you own the world. Destroy that haughty attitude of conquest - so much a part of you until today Replace it with humble respect And attitude of submission and obedience Give me those sunglasses You can't wear them anymore Look at me with submissive adoration in your clear, blue eyes No need to make decisions now I will take care of that I will take away your ambition Your self-assertion Your independent thinking We'll take apart your self-confidence and throw the pieces in the trash All of your initiative and desire to succeed will be replaced by the desire to make me happy I will change your prestigious upper class name You will take MY last name now Your identity will disappear What is your first name? William? You are Billy boy from now Your male executive image and power clothes No longer have Any place In your new existence We'll pick up some nice tight cheap jeans and some nice tight undershirts for your new look - the one I choose Show off your chest and your arms Flip flops and work boots and sweatshirts and flannel. You will LOVE them! I want you tougher, grizzled Blue collarized Working class male You’re too clean, too smooth, too perfect We’ll fix that... And your clean-cut corporate haircut is now forbidden I hate it. Too perfect Grow out your golden brown hair into A scraggly ponytail a beard too... Put some dirt under those clean fingernails Calluses on those smooth clean palms An earring in your ear And no more SUITS! I hate suits symbols of white male power and authority and no more ties those symbols of oppression your neck and long male throat will be open and exposed for the world to see No, that pinstriped suit you're wearing that you had made for yourself in London and the silk tie and the starched white shirt will all be sold to a second hand clothing shop The monograms taken off your cufflinks before they are sold Your golf clubs – sold Your tennis rackets and sports equipment - sold Your credit cards in my name Your condo is now ours Your Porsche is now mine You will drive my beat-up old Ford All of your fancy clothes will be sold off That will be tomorrow You're gonne be barefoot in my kitchen You won't be needing shoes anymore on your privileged, pampered feet Now - your soles on your own kitchen floor Making dinner for me
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC
Losing his privilege
Stripping You of Your Privilege YOU! Tall and lean and impossibly handsome and Corporate In your magnificent pinstriped business suit and perfectly tied silk tie and your hundred dollar haircut your privileged male feet hidden inside impeccably polished black English dress shoes Staring at me through your designer sunglasses Haughty, confident, insolent Stepping out of your Porsche before you enter your office building So smooth, clean, assured and perfect Maybe you are 35 years old, maybe 40 the world is yours Transformation I have news for you The tables are turned YOU have been the one in power. The one in control. So proud, so arrogant, so confident Starting at me, a total stranger Just part of your usual day I am just an object to you I am an OBJECT to you! Your beautiful smooth shaven face turns... but wait... Wait! No more NO MORE! The world has turned upside down Now YOU are the OBJECT I have the POWER to make things happen NOW LISTEN TO ME You have a new future LISTEN. OBEY Quit your important executive job Leave your successful corporate career That's right – now QUIT! Call from your phone Don't enter the building Tell them you’re quitting You are stunned and repelled and horrified You resist and argue You refuse and try to leave Your pride and anger rise But there is no escaping your destiny Your power is gone You are helpless to resist Forget your MBA Forget you ever went to a university Slide the business school ring off your long finger Give me the keys to that Porsche And take your Rolex, your gold wristwatch, off your wrist You won't be needing a watch I will tell you the time We will sell your watch You slide off your watch and surrender it Get those fancy, expensive, polished handmade shoes off Your pampered, privileged male feet Yes, your black dress socks too YOU, barefoot on the sidewalk! Leave the shoes right there on the sidewalk, in front of your former office building, shining in the sun. Empty and crying for their former owner Shocked, unable to resist, you untie and remove your shoes, peel off your long dress socks Put your expensive socks inside the shoes and drop the briefcase too Now get back into the Porsche you used to own Yes, in your bare feet Your smooth, clean size tens No - NOT the driver's seat Get in the passenger side I am driving I'm taking you to your own home as my Trophy How many times have you had a woman in your passenger seat? You behind the wheel, smiling your proud smile your perfect white teeth gleaming Straightening your necktie as your bragged about your corporate successes You and your car the proud conquerors Your handmade black leather shoes pressing the pedal of male power and privilege Now you - just a passenger! along for the ride in your own car the rich carpet of your Porsche under the smooth soles of your bare privileged feet Now the plan! We will marry and you will clean and cook and look very beautiful Now your LIFE LESSONS: Dumb down your smug, expensively high-class male executive SPEECH. More slang. Much less education in your voice Don’t talk – just listen to ME And you have to wipe off That arrogant male grin like you own the world. Destroy that haughty attitude of conquest - so much a part of you until today Replace it with humble respect And attitude of submission and obedience Give me those sunglasses You can't wear them anymore Look at me with submissive adoration in your clear, blue eyes No need to make decisions now I will take care of that I will take away your ambition Your self-assertion Your independent thinking We'll take apart your self-confidence and throw the pieces in the trash All of your initiative and desire to succeed will be replaced by the desire to make me happy I will change your prestigious upper class name You will take MY last name now Your identity will disappear What is your first name? William? You are Billy boy from now Your male executive image and power clothes No longer have Any place In your new existence We'll pick up some nice tight cheap jeans and some nice tight undershirts for your new look - the one I choose Show off your chest and your arms Flip flops and work boots and sweatshirts and flannel. You will LOVE them! I want you tougher, grizzled Blue collarized Working class male You’re too clean, too smooth, too perfect We’ll fix that... And your clean-cut corporate haircut is now forbidden I hate it. Too perfect Grow out your golden brown hair into A scraggly ponytail a beard too... Put some dirt under those clean fingernails Calluses on those smooth clean palms An earring in your ear And no more SUITS! I hate suits symbols of white male power and authority and no more ties those symbols of oppression your neck and long male throat will be open and exposed for the world to see No, that pinstriped suit you're wearing that you had made for yourself in London and the silk tie and the starched white shirt will all be sold to a second hand clothing shop The monograms taken off your cufflinks before they are sold Your golf clubs – sold Your tennis rackets and sports equipment - sold Your credit cards in my name Your condo is now ours Your Porsche is now mine You will drive my beat-up old Ford All of your fancy clothes will be sold off That will be tomorrow You're gonne be barefoot in my kitchen You won't be needing shoes anymore on your privileged, pampered feet Now - your soles on your own kitchen floor Making dinner for me
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tim-r
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC
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