#suckup
A job for life,
that's what was advertised.
But I was just a penny in the slot.
Mine wasn't as shinny as the others.
Even though I was on top of my work.
Just because I didn't shine up to those above me.
Ok, I wasn't the silver coin, I wasn't even bronze.
But they tainted me, because I wasn't
the right side of a flipped coin.
And just like that I was the penny in the poor box..
Why was I of less worth than those
that never excelled..
I never put a word wrong.
never gargling *****
sniffing the cheeks of brown refuse.
But still I'm in the food bank,
like Oliver,
Can I have some more sir...
I'll never delve to the depravity of others..
feeding glutinous egos..
They can starve, I'll find a worth among
the wasted, and show that I'm more than
what's needed.
I have worth..
But for now I'll be on the bread line,
cooking my own..
And even though now I've not risen,
I'll show what time cooks..
I'm more than my last resamay..
I 'll never understand where quality of slavery
means I'm less of worth...
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
Oh how he kisses *****
Left, right, and center
How he grovels on his knees and prays to his
Boss
Teacher
Professor
Instructor
Stranger
But the thing about kissing *** is
it leaves
**** on your lips
The Bull kind of ****
Creating brown smeared smiles
fake and full of lies
With the sprinkling of
frenzied flies.
A bigger paycheck, but a dead *** *** inside
Somebody empty and unsatisfied
Needing confirmation from a system
That they are loved
From a higher power from above
And only that is what he will believe
That is what he’ll believe before he believes in me
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
there's a place I can go
to make my words show
a presence online
preservation in time
lyrical wit
to share for a bit
write a poem
from your home
hello poetry
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC