Ode To the Employer
You get me up each morning in addition to the Lord,
I'm grateful that I have you but it's time to even score,
without you I'd be sleeping down on someone's
hardwood floor, but f* you, I refuse to take your BS
anymore.
I give you 40 hours ev'ry week I'm so OG, I
sometimes give you more by labor laws I'm so OT,
morose'fully I hopefully envision an escape, you pay
me yes but even still it's like I'm being raped.
You vaseline me savagely then say it's for my good,
then penetrate me rough with ev'ry inch of thy own
wood,
I can't take any time off cause it has to be acrued,
which leaves me hanging open feeling used and
plus I'm screwed,
If God forbid that something happens with the kids at
home, it's you Mr. Employer that makes workers
grab the chrome,
and spazz out in the office puttin lead in others'
heads, instead of work for you they feel they're better
being dead.
I won't take those extremes but still I know just how
they feel, instead of keep it real you'd rather give your
workers dill,
like pickle nothin trickles down the bottom rung to
those, who prostitute themselves for you we're like
your workplace h03s.
Morale is at an all time low cause folks are just fed
up, if you'd just treat us right we'd happ'lly work with
our heads up
inside the clouds for miles and miles but that won't
happen can't you see, I need you but I f*ing hate you,
signed an employee.
Copyright © James Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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