Crap Job

Crap Job I’m endlessly told be grateful you’ve got a job But I’d love to pick another slave to do it So they can experience the bull I do And feel the way I do about this crap Day in day out on and on like a joy ride But there’s no fun here just stress and crap The job is classified but that means nothing My job still exists even if it’s deniable I’d love to go into details and explain What we must do every ing day But then I’d have to kill you or you me For you’d be doing my job the new slave In the same way I got this job long ago I asked a person about their job And they told me in full confidence Their death put the stripes on me And I’ve followed their hidden work For the last four or five decades Soon I’ll pick a new replacement Maybe it will be you… MAJOR INSOMNIA CORPORAL SLEEP Nick Armbrister and other writers