The Hours and the Company You Keep

the hours & the company you keep just how do you spend your hours & the company you keep? do you spend your days alone, nose to the grindstone, nose to the grindstone? a good little american does what the rich wealthy white forefathers wanted, they keep their nose to the grindstone working their knuckles to the bone in puritan purity, keeping the work ethic alive, preserving the has-been tradition in amber like there was a special fair just around the corner, where one could be exhibited as the last productive person to ever walk the plank of the empire--- so where will it all go? what will the producer have to show for themselves, if they don’t make it big, in the great place still called the “land of the free,” by some, who have yet to spend time here & find out that they never should’ve left wherever they came from? if one doesn’t prioritize a life with friends & family at the top of the pyramid, drowning out all commitments to business & jobs, work & the state, the hours spent with the nose to the grindstone are hours spent as a slave--- for you, yes you, are in wage slavery a slavery in which you happily sing a tune as they come crashing down with the lash, taking away pensions, taking away health care, taking away taking away, until it’s all gone--- better to have others to fight with when the other shoe drops, than to have devoted a life to the process & the system that devours it.