"employer" poems
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.
At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.
At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.
At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.
At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.
At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.
At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
************ and the
police laughed at my report.
At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.
At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.
At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.
At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
(Explicit)
I couldn't tell you what it was...
Or what caused it...
I honestly hadn't thought about you much...
It was a first but it came in plenty.
It was like I forgot about you...
Even if only...
Briefly...
My theory is...
Yes, of course I have one...
In the wake of,
a recent devastation..
I was..
Quite vulnerable..
Teetering on hopelessness...
It was in the midst of all this,
That My,
Boss,
My Employer,
&
Friend,
Starts confiding in me for marital advice....
Seems harmless right??
I mean really...
Why the **** did I even care?
Why would these harmless insignificant things bring back so many memories.
I remember going home that evening...
Drinking wine on my little black sofa...
Looking out my window, as the rain began to sound against my window pane..
It was then, that I realized..
Something started stirring in me
...
I was missing you...
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why do familiar situations, have that pile of **** way of digging things up...
You've already buried ten feet deep?
I'm angry...
I'm ****** off at myself!
I don't want to miss a man who doesn't miss me.
Whose not thinking about me.
I don't want to feel the icy sting in my heart knowing he never loved me.
How he got away Scott free.
Without pain or agony...
I don't want there to be some piece of you I always love or a special place in my heart, where you'll always stay...
Because you don't ******* deserve it.
You never deserved me...
You never indured...
The pain and agony...
You don't know what it feels like, to be suffering.
Having to go through what it feels like when, your heart gets even a whiff of something that's tied to your memory..
I hate that my heart still entertains this **** because I wanna be rid of everything that has your memory tied to it.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
coca cola is nice as it goes to my belly
and made my tongue feel like a bowl full of jelly
you see athena says coke is a medicine
which removes the stress out of my body
you see as i was walking down the streets
trying to do what the doctors tell me, it’s making me dwell
saying i believe coke can cure you
and i also believe it can make you happy
because in this life you will die one day
you see dying is like entering another party be happy as you drink coca cola
medicine of the gods
you see i want my stress to completely disappear
cause, dudes i try to be a low stressed person
you see i will never get the job i want
because the employer wants me to be perfect
you see, dudes, i believe in being happy
and not feeling sad
so please leave me alone ya dead old hag
if you want a great medicine, try coca cola
for coca cola is the best medicine, dudes
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
We all serve someone in our capacity of life.
We just must be willing.
We all gather some type of benefits in life.
We jut must be willing to admit it.
I work for God Incorporated.
In other words.
I'm employee of God.
And this his service.
I have been insured in mutiple ways.
Don't have to admit how?
Don't even have to say.
In spreading his product.
Whether it's the word.
Or his love.
I have promoted his goal.
As God's employee.
He accepts request.
And He supplies many needs.
And I personally can testify.
He don't get offended being called a charity.
Altho' He does get heated at things he see.
Still, I rather stay employed in his company.
No strikes is allowed.
Too many rewards connected to his foundation.
He's always hiring.
While also advising and training others in life.
A good employer gets good remarks.
After all.
Why criticize the creator of us all?
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
Living on borrowed time
Decision at drop of a hat
Down an empty vandalized street, I walk
through the horror of silence
and silence of serenity
perdurable pathway of life
The ghastly sights
and the rustling gates
scattered people with unknown tastes
emptiness in their eyes, anger in their words
void is profound
down the perdurable pathway of life
Bifurcated roads upfront
my perception, one to hell and one to heaven
the other end of roads, a mystery
I stood there comprehending, while
my mind harks back to before I came
down the perdurable pathway of life
Endurance of a toiler
Stoicism, a rare trait, out of gratitude to employer
pain and suffering he undergoes for common good
loyalty to his master, inspire of hardships
sincerity and humbleness of the bloke
will inspire me, down the perdurable pathway of life
Deprived of education
desolated on streets laboring
disparate from parental love, subject to father's fury
fractious relations but still ignores himself, for family and domicile
The kid's love and determination, will inspire me
down the perdurable pathway of life
Spurn love took her down
Her heart wrenched and pushed her beyond limits
killed herself, leaving her parents to sore reality
not a wise choice, but courageous
I ponder upon courage, rather than cowardly suicide
Death is not an option down the perdurable pathway of life
Happy faces around taunt me to do simplest
Reality speaks otherwise
Reckoning on past, the pathway is wrought
conscious and hard choices right ahead
The bifurcated roads to heaven and hell?
I've seen it all, down the perdurable pathway of life
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 4:52 AM UTC
i given nothing
i abandoned
i adopted
i dropout
i garage
i Apple
i NeXT
i Pixar
i Apple
i pilfered i
i invented i
i produced i
i market i
i retail i
i am i
i am
i
i tech beauty
i consumer fetish
i whom you love
i sleekest widgets
i Toy Story
i Macintosh
i macbook
i Lisa
iTunes
iPod
iPhone
iPad
i more
i rebel
i genius
i visionary
i entrepreneur
i world changer
i exceptionalism
i capital market hero
i bigger then business
i cool capitalism
i myth
i "the man"
i worker
i employer
i boss
i thief
i savior
i billionaire
i venerated
i vanity
i Buddhist
i prophet
i redeemed
i 1 in 300 million
i America
i sing the pathos
i am the creed
i define the ethos
i Steve Jobs
i amassed riches
i accolade crowned
i ingratiate world
i virtue
i success
i creativity
i favored
i Midas
i bedeviled
i tested
i afflicted
i retire
i human
i mortal
i succumb
i eulogized
i leave legacy of i
i am an MBA case study
i employed workers
i peddled intrepid product cycles
i subject of amusing anecdotes
i am heroic corporate folklore
i grew pods full of music
i incite kids to thumb phones
i captivate consumer imagination
i built rock solid balance sheet
i erected toxic Chinese factories
i enriched investors
i am the cool corporate brand
i inspired a million unused i apps
i hipster capitalism
i imposed my will
i insisted
i am that i am
i cannot take it with me
i leave blue jeans
i leave NB sneakers
i leave black collarless shirt
i will be asked what
i did with the time
i was given?
i did the best i could
i played the hand dealt
i parlayed it into a royal flush
i filled it up with i
i ask why
i am no more?
i leave the world
i am no more
Godspeed Beloved
Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs
(February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011)
jbm
Oakland
10/6/11
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 10:40 PM UTC
I cooked and cleaned
Some times my employer’s emotions in acting mean
I cried many times knowing I deserve a more fulfilled life
The southern storms with their heavy rains
The adventure in travelling on a freedom train
Leaving all conflict and feeling ******* behind as a remain
Wishing one day my rights to explore and endure
The beauty of my black race and abolish hatred as erase
Let my wisdom right the bells of freedom
Help me make it to that divined kingdom
I pray to God above
He is my everything in the of
Perhaps one day I can overcome feeling weary and tired
I have yet to live and don’t want my time to expire
For right now I will sleep and transform to a night retire
The next morning when I awoke
I turned on the television and I thought was a joke
The Civil Rights of freedom was passed
My prayers were answered at last
It wasn’t a dream, but a reality in believing truth
My heart was filled with joy
All I could say was “Oh Boy”
I took my head and looked up at the clear sky
Thank you Lord for always being wise
I was now free
I quit my maidhood and let God guide me in be
I walked to a new life to where my new horizon will take me
Being directed by the sun and the multitudes in being among.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
I examine your mugshot
in the domestic abuse records
of Palm Beach County.
I find your eyes bloodshot,
red veins bulging with realization.
Your forehead branded with the lineage
of your rabid male ancestry,
now another criminal, wife beater,
another deadbeat drunk slithering
through the dialogue of strangers who now
know your name but will never see you
face to face, perhaps a potential employer
or candidate for your new wife.
The reputation you crafted
so rigidly, tarnished in your naked expression,
the cyanide of your psychosis
summoned with the smack
of a camera flash.
And I cannot help
but break a smile.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:26 AM UTC
I have a life experience to share.
I don't know if you would care.
In the last unforgettable year,
I applied for FSW/Federal Skilled Worker
Immigration Program in Canada.
Unfortunately,
I've already reached the said quota.
I was denied for my dream visa.
Though I was qualified to apply,
I was refused for two simple reasons:
"No current employer and Ph.D. degree."
My self-esteem got very low,
I didn't know what to do
Because I have nothing to show
To my friends who kept asking me.
So it's time to break my silence.
I told them what happened
And they have felt sorry for me.
My wife has lost her self-confidence
But I told her to never give up
Even though I was hurting inside.
On this coming May 4, 2013,
CIC offices will accept FSW applications.
Though I've the necessary qualifications,
I don't know if I will ever apply again
Because I still have the unbearable pain.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
O my God
the ride down here
to this base camp
in those converted
army trucks
wasnt that something?
Miriam says
my face felt frozen
and my hair
looked as if
Id been in front
of a massive
hair-dryer
for hours
I sip my coke
and watch her
sitting at the bar stool
thinking
her jaw sure must
have unfroze
since shed not
stopped speaking
for a good five minutes
and guess who
Im sharing
a tent with?
she informs
I dont know
I say
that hippy girl
you know the one
whose boyfriend
looks like Jesus
o yes
I know the one
yes so whats
she like
to share with?
o you dont
want to know
she says
then dont tell me
o but I must
so she does
and as she rabbits on
I study her hair
a mass of curls
tight and red
which reminded me
of a guy
I worked for once
who said
I took a red head
out last night
no hair
just a red head
and I laughed
because he was
my employer
but it was a kind
of put on laugh
and o
she says
and thats not all
when she undresses
at night in the tent
I am brought back
to the present
and am all ears
hanging on to
her every word
about the dame
**********
like a penitent
awaiting
a priests blessing.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Rich people
are not greedy on money.
have you watched closely
any RichMan
a businessman knows
he could make profit only after
he met all expenses
Yess
his business income
Should pay Salaries
And other Expensss...First
then the remaining will
go to his pocket..
It's the salary of employee
come prior to his profit
So
Who is greed?
Employee or Employer
have you watched employees
want more salary based on experience..
More experience means
More aged.
So, Employee want more salary
inverse proportionate to his energy
Hence, employee was more
greedy than employer..
Think!!
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
They married in secret,
perhaps in some haste.
They longed to be one
having tired of the chaste.
Donne's employer was furious
and he threw them both out.
Donne did his niece
but neglected accounts.
The two lovers suffered ,
due to tightness of purse.
When you marry a poet-
plan on better or verse.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
Of all the mistakes I've ever made
Many of which changed my life
Like the time I went to jail
Caught an embezzlement charge
Criminal at large
For stealing cd's at the age of 17
Only to grow up to be an accountant
Have every employer doubting
Or the time I decided not go see my God mom
Said I had plans but that was a lie
Only a week later did she die
And it's at her grave I'm trying to say goodbye
OR when I started gambling
And nearly ruined my whole life
Lost all I had and more
Even my father's ring
Of all those things
If there was one i could change
I would go back to that moment
I messed up thing up between you and me
And instead go with plan B
Just for the chance
Just for the possibility
That you could have ended up with me
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
Dear boss/ employer/ professor/ supervisor/authoritative figure,
I am writing to you to inform you that I will be unable to attend whatever mandatory engagement I had previously agreed to appear at. I do apologize for the inconvenience this may cause, but I do have my reasons. I won’t be able to come in today because:
☐ I had a nightmare where I was abandoned and I woke up in a sweat and I wasn’t sure whether or not I was still dreaming or not.
☐ With these clouds, the sun doesn’t show until somewhere around 8am and it’s sometime around 4am and the darkness just doesn’t seem to end, whether it be outside my room or inside my thoughts.
☐ I passed a park on my way and as I sat I found a small happiness in watching nature and young joy mingle in a simple way and I couldn’t bear to take myself away from it.
☐ I passed a lady who reminded me of a past love and the next second I was convinced that I would never, ever be loved again.
☐ For the first time I actually came to the conclusion that I will never accomplish as much as I have ever wanted to
☐ I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror
☐ I realized that Freud was right about some things
☐ I accidentally listened to Keaton Henson
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
The snow blanket the earth
but it would never covers the ocean
It became a curse of the sea
So, it stays on the beach
Like a dog on a leash
11
To hell with the night
It’s just darkness over- powering the daylight
When men are force to close their eyes
And dream of the events of the passing day.
111
Liars who called themselves lovers
Will never come clean
It’s a permanent tattoo
Concocted in their brain
The road to recovery for them is
Systematic and strategic process
For them it is a hunter’s game
1V
You have taken everything in one’s strides
The time sheets, the lunch hours
You have become the employer
Twelve hours prisoners of the time clocks
V
Last night I heard Nana voice
She said that I worry too much
And get little sleep
I smell hibiscus in my room
That old familiar fragrance scent still lingers
But her words became self-soothing
She said, let’s go to the kitchen
And make a banana bread
Worries is for the rich man
VI
The poor man display his graffiti on cities buildings
no admission, no fee
priceless art crimes or
the best of a simple criminal mind
High art or low art
Eyes of a rich man
Or the eyes of a fool
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
You got to have patience.
In any situation you face.
You got to have it.
Upon the states and city streets.
Where road rage is driving people to be fools?
Patience.
You got to have it.
Rushing to get anywhere.
Does nobody's any good.
We learned from good advisers.
That patience is a virtue.
And many times.
You wish people would try to require it.
Who rush a employer?
When you in need of a job.
When it's a job you want to get hire.
Patience.
You got to have it.
In this fast pace society's that turns the world.
Do you rush along?
Or slowly moves to your own tune.
Life is for enjoying.
As knowledge deals with knowing.
Patience.
We just got to have it.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
If God has a plan for us all,
then the wise make God the boss.
If the wages of sin is death,
and God gave us free will,
as we were created in his image,
to accomplish his plan as we
see fit, then i am forced
to conclude God doesn't pay
very well. He is not a
particularly good employer.
Working conditions are terrible.
In point of fact, God is not
our employer, because he doesn't
pay at all. Is he waiting for
bitcoins to catch on?
Or is he more into
spiritual slavery?
Is it wrong to question this?
It would seem self-evident
that if God gave us free will,
surely he expected us to use
it, even to question him.
If not, maybe God didn't
think it through first.
If our rewards are in the afterlife,
how can we be sure we will
get paid? No one has
verified any of this.
Is that what faith is, God?
Crossing our fingers?
Depending on you, the God
with a plan, the same plan
that takes from us all that
we love and cherish, just
as he gives us those same
things?
God is an Indian-giver.
We are each his image,
and we broke all of our
treaties with Indians.
Excuse me, Native Americans.
i don't want to offend
anybody,
least of all God.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
Every day, as the clock strikes ten
You march into the office
Swinging your arms back and forth
In a crude imitation of Herr ******
As the eyes of every employee
Focus on your cold, black ones
As if by magic
A deafening silence fills the office
As Hope turns into Despair
Trust turns into Betrayal
Confidence turns into Insecurities
Love turns into Hate
And Peace turns into Pieces
As your ringing voice fills the air
Resulting in a cacophony
Louder than those infernal firecrackers
Everybody's worst nightmare comes true
As you yell at your team
Mocking all their painstaking efforts
Dehumanizing them with casteist remarks
Your voice cuts into their feelings
Like a knife through butter
Leaving wounds so deep
That the scars shine brightly
For the rest of their lives
You are not an employer
You are a cruel, sadistic tyrant
Hiding behind the facade
Of a concerned maternal figure
However, as with all tyrants
The day will eventually arrive
When you are toppled
From your lofty throne
Your business will sink
Just as the Titanic did
You will be in huge debt
Your ill-gotten gains evaporating into thin air
As your erstwhile employees have their last laugh
It is you, who will be left
With wounds so deep
That the scars shine brightly
For the rest of your miserable life
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Since when did she become
A ***** expert?
Her Facebook comments
Only served to hurt
She talked about us
Just like we were dirt
She lacks the knowledge
But her opinions remain inert
As an anchor of the nightly news
We thought she was objective
Despite her personal views
Which have proven quite subjective
Fortunately her employer’s
Action was corrective
And she was immediately fired
Once her comments were detected
How can she talk about
People she doesn’t know
That just goes to show you
How deep racism can go
Now she no longer has
Her own TV news show
And Pittsburgh’s better for it
As the fair-minded know
Tell me what qualified her
To be a ***** expert
With no ***** experience
For her to assert
Yet she chose a stereotype
To place us on alert
It had to be her own bias
She used to disconcert
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
I want to be mean.
To say all the terrible things
My mind keeps developing.
I want to tell all your friends
That you wet the bed one night
And unfortunately me as well.
I want to alert your employer
Of your medical issues that
Could impair your work.
I want to tell you I hope it
Hurts when they take out
Your wisdom teeth.
I want you to be bored out
Of your mind when you’re
On whatever ship they put
You on for months at a time.
I want you drink too much
And puke out your guts,
Kind of like I have this
Month from the stress.
I want to tell you nothing
You write makes any sense
Because you're trying too hard.
I want you to be isolated,
Worn, and miserable.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
Day after day
Week after week
Month after month
Year after year
You've shown the world
How not to be an employer
Treating your employees like slaves
Demeaning them with insults
That were way below the belt
Denying them their basic pay
For which they have braved storms
Scaled towering mountain peaks
And dived to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean
And firing a few of them
For no justifiable reason whatsoever
Today, however
You have sunk to a new low
It is bad enough to not pay your employees
But to accuse them of not doing their jobs
And lie to their faces'
That you've been paying them properly
Is despicable to the core
And goes on to show
That you are nothing more
Than a rat in the gutter
But then, the rat at least deserves to be put out of its misery
You, on the other hand
Deserve to rot in the confines of Tihar Jail
For a very very long time
Of course, we all know the famous saying
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
But it applies only to human beings
You are not one
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC
Welcome to First Grade,
Where we shall learn to read,
Write, and add two plus two,
Which are tools that you will need.
Do not forget your spelling book,
Paper, pencil or pen,
And if you are good today,
Lunch will be at half past ten.
Now, to learn each other's names.
We shall go around the room,
State your name and what you want to be.
Now someone please start soon!
Tommy the Astronaut!
Sammy the Rock Star!
Jakey the President!
And Kayla in a Race Car!
Welcome to Sixth Grade,
Where you shall learn to act right,
By answering all your questions,
And studying every night.
Do not forget your pencil,
And certainly not your books,
Everyone else holds their own,
Now no more ***** looks.
Pick out a sheet of paper,
And at the end of class this is due.
State your full name, favorite class,
And something you may do.
Thomas the Accountant,
Samantha the Lawyer,
Jacob the Politician,
And McKayla a Job Employer.
Welcome to your Senior year,
Your time is almost done.
You've made it through these long years,
Shut away inside from the sun.
Detention to anyone speaking up,
Or if you forgot your homework.
We do not tolerate slacking,
On things that you can't shirk.
Now heads down, mouths shut,
And write the notes down fast.
Keep working hard as I demand you do,
And the year shall end at last!
The adults no longer realize,
The joy of life and living.
No one dreams any more,
Not since the birds stopped singing.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Oh, this bullying.
Where everyone addressing the subject?
Only if they just visit our history.
We saw the worst of bullying in the fifties and early sixties.
When segregation showcased their true color.
And the ones they bully suffered more.
Then these present group crying of bullying.
Who have more?
Then they ever had.
We saw law enforcers turning lose dogs.
We saw fire hydrants turned loosed upon them.
And children's being beaten.
What thin skin folks have now?
We saw thick skin folks take a lot more of then.
This is a case of true bullying.
Being like is cool.
But like Jesus realize not all going to be adore.
He was bully way more than any of us.
Some weak folks needs to push others.
Which only happens until you stand up to them.
If one bully intimidate five.
Realize that bully has five to intimidate them.
Just to show them the other side.
Adults gets bully more.
Ask them?
That get blackmail by their employer.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Quack went the duck.
Who ran constantly into bad luck?
Quaff went the bartender.
Who complained about the drunk?
Qualification yell the employer.
Who he saw the empoyees limitations?
Although they warn him they wouldn't have experience.
Quietus holler the boss.
When he realized the employee had quick.
They all was queing instead of fueding.
They all was complaining instead of helping.
The way we all seems to do.
When we see problems that might aaffect you.
Sometimes this world can be so cruel.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 3:20 AM UTC