Day Labor
They said they wanted servers
People to wait on others
For tips and a wage
No plans to move up the ladder
Just a day to make some pay
Makes you want to slit their throats
In there bloated three piece suits
Some middle management loser
Who bought his clothes at Macy’s
Is pulling rank and calling the shots
He is just a puppet and a puppy
For he is impotent
Nothing but a stuffed shirt
And dream of getting skirts
I am out of luck and down on time
So he becomes my boss
It is his gain and not my loss
For I want to excel to make the grade
But this is a merry-go-round
At the end of the day I am
Just that…
Day labor
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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