ACME TIRE FACTORY The system was so slow to use and the boss was always on our back Hurry hurry get your fingers out this job depends on you I’ll fire your sorry arses if you go any **** slower! My company and big fat profit depend on you lazy gets doing this job right Don’t dawdle and stop gossiping about your Saturday nights I’ve checked the order already and it’s only half done and needs to be sent For that you can work thru your dinner hour without pay and eat after work See what a good boss I am to you all I will treat you at Xmas And so it went on day by week by month by year by decade ACME TIRE FACTORY was always this way with a slave boss And unhappy ******* workers who were no better than slaves Why did we stay in the job when there was the dole doing nothing? We were all mates and drank together every Saturday to forget this Plus we also worked deliberately slowly to **** the boss off We could live without eating dinner when our boss was upset Our tools and line was ok but outdated so we milked it It was us who ran the tire factory not him and he knew it We could shut him down or burn his company without interference We made 2 out of 3 vehicle tires on North American roads Why change a good thing when we hated but loved it?
The world is a ****** up place a place for the mindless a place where a mouthful can be mindful a place for you to be sad.
The world is a ****** up place. and you will try to escape it, but the rangers of the world are relentless pity them, for they do not know that they range pity them, for they do not recognize the darkness they carry on their backs pity them, for they think their escalation is supreme pity them, for they are ****** up too. Pity them but do not join them, this is for your own good- the true good, don’t you join the traders of the world don’t you join the keeper of keys don’t you join the giver of things and don’t you join the maker of slaves for this world is put in front of you as a test
Mundane concerns stifle the soul that hungers for the infinite Practicality subverts the mind as it questions and wrestles with this existential enigma...
Bound by the curse of productivity and the insatiable drive for accumulation Libidinal, perverse thoughts drive the working man
to this, to that...
he is a puppet pulled by invisible strings: the corporate, bureaucratic masters calling the shots laughing control freaks... the world is theirs for the taking and the worker-slave raises his hands a sense of triumph as the crumbs fall down
We live in a Kafkaesque era merrily languishing in this willful dementia.
Saying to your health In the meaning of his words," Do not let any food without covering As you do not know who was passing over or by its boundary you do not know who was smelling or breath in it if it is difficult to cover put a rod or long knife or spoon over to give the meaning of moral
if you get up after sleep do not touch any food before you wash your hand as you do not know where it was
when the Friday comes you must wash up to clean your appearance and the inner soul and put good smell
use the toothpick at every pray to clean your teeth , get good breath And get satisfy of your God And strength your teeth
When the prophet sent the messengers To kings and the princess to let them know the new religion Islam The governor of Egypt admired He sent to the prophet of the present It was a donkey female, two slaves' girls The honey and doctor the prophet accepted all, but he returned the doctor He said," we do not need him As we do not eat until we get hunger And if we eat we do not get full" In his meanings and words
He said,"the stomach is the home of the illness" ," if you want to eat Do not get full If you want Let third for your drink And third for your breath"
We know persons who dead by throttle As they ate and slept Without getting time to let the food digested Or get ordered in abdomen
When the delegations came To enter Islam and get checked him He learnt someone has leprosy He told his friends to let that sick out And he blessed and prayed for him
When he finished his defecation and urinate He performed ablution He ordered his followers to do it He ordered not the sick entered to the right And the right goes to the sick"
Except if he had his protect
the health is the crowd over its owner. the man does not know it untill he got ill. the prophet advised us and said the gold words
Only friend I’ve ever had Was my dear ole slave dad He told me once, think about your future Forget about the south’s criminal past Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a plantation field He never once saw the money that it did yield Big boss said, he almost cleared the books Plantation bosses are the real crooks Daddy gave them a fistful, got a spoonful in return.
you are so self-centric full of yourself like we should worship you we don't matter to you only your wishes and aims nothing more or less you sell us like slaves make a fortune off our backs not caring if we love or hate you you're oblivious to us your image on all the magazines your fame is number one as you are number one we are number zero infinitely below you you our boss who loves all the cash we make you from our blood sweat and tears it has always been this way the moon spider feeding we food to the hunter but we say enough! this ends tonight...
from Gatoros and Crocos: Lower Case Murky Poems and Ditties