The bosses always tell us
not to take their decisions personal.
When they hold the pay raises
we need for gas and shoes,
that cash stolen from our families
becomes quite personal.
When we gotta wait two more weeks
to pay the electric bill,
or when we pretend canned pasta
tastes like chicken with sauce,
that's ******* personal.
When the knife or the gun
feels just right in our hands,
that's personal too.

CEO

Life in the tire factory is certainly interesting

For both the employer and employee

Each stabbing the other in the back

With lethal words and snidy actions

Who ****** who and who grassed who up

And other issues that are too stupid to believe

It all happens here at Smith's Tires

The bosses get fat from their slave workers toils

While the workers resent their masters

Having no choice to work long hours for low pay

A few plan revolution but are too scared to act

So they remain defiant but controlled

Each one of hundreds making car tires

A heavy and monotonous job

One step better than the dole

In a company whose profits are millions

With a CEO who flies a Learjet and drives a Hummer

He eats at the top restaurants

Stays in 6 Star hotels

And soon will be assassinated...

Gimme a rhyme
To pass my time

Gimme a dollar
Tighten my collar

Keep me in line
Revoke what is mine

No, I'm not doing fine
I walk a thin line

The judgement is there
I can't escape your stare...

The pages absorb what I think
My thoughts seem bleaker in ink

hagley
i remember back in 06 i worked in a warehouse
it was for a store that sold varied things
there were varied staff there in several departments
we had a boss who was a real hag and she ruled us
like adolf ****** ruled occupied europe
iron fist and no carrot
so you can imagine what i thought
as i got to know her ways
i eventually left as did a dozen other staff
leaving the store with a skeleton crew
head office did an investigation into this
it was due to the manager who was a real *****
she was both my manager and area manager
so if i had a problem and reported her
it was the bizarre situation of reporting her to herself!
a surreal investigation into herself
i wonder where she is now my old manager
still giving her staff absolute hell?
i've never met a hag like her...

I woke up to go to work
To make my boss rich,
To make him make his boss rich,
To have the biggest boss making government rich,
To help the government train soldiers,
To have them fight with other soldiers,
To collect all the tears their families drop,
I thought, eating my breakfast.
Sipping my tea that I made,
From tears.

We are so few and far between.
And for a few years every woman has been
Boring and bored, tired with no drive.
I am doing well. But within a circle of empowered women, we thrive.
Me, no exception. And I'd hate to lose my fragile perception
that you and I can change the world.
Others called it loneliness, we called it hard work -
Without your affirmation and kindred conversation
I'm finding it hard to call it anything other than a 'personal quirk'.
Lately, even, I find myself hiding. An action we used to find worthy of deriding -
A mark of lesser minds.
I still desire to change the world, and I miss that spark, that look in your eye
That told me to defy sexist expectations.
Now I'm in a sea of people and I struggle to find a grip, an ally.
But my heart still thuds like it did then.
The knowledge that women like you are out there
and that we will always be friends,
Gives me confidence
that together we can.

I'm having fun playing dead while I'm keeping my head straight.
Is that hilarious or what? What's funny, is I'd rise for the right hurt.
You've detached yourself, though. Your words sound like grey sleep
within the walls I repaint, day after day when I wake, with the color
you turn away yet still absorb, like there's no short supply. My brain
works for crackers and runs on want that's begun drying.