The Privilege

Oh! How I long for that
one sweet moment of
loneliness, when the human race
decides to piss off, leaving me
to wallow in my own
company.
The pressurized world,
the ceremonious
corporate reciprocates, one’s
space to foul, with flouting
flagrant farts! Creating
thunderous turmoil, a
chaotic state of mind,
a wind of prevalent
change.
Innocent minds, virgin thoughts
collective breeding grounds,
stage upon stage, the master’s philosophy to
be acted out. His! To
nurture, to alter, personalities
to change, ideals to strive
for, directions to enforce.
The
new breed, created from
the production line of
progression, cantankerous wankers! Mountaineers
all. “No strings” Yet each one
a “Puppet” To the regime, each
one skilled in the art of
deceit, degrees in codhology, all
willing to sell their soul
to the executive.
“Interaction Management” The
suave enemy. “Believe it”
At one’s peril,
“The flattery
the empathy
the confidence”
Seek out! The expression
behind the expression.
If not! “One will love it”
Hook line and sinker, caught
in a web of verbal
trash, dressed up in treachery.
Soon
the moralist to become ridiculed,
their dispute subjected
to “Reductio ad absurdum” Yet
their accuser dances
amongst the clouds, eyes forever
searching skywards, the social
divorce permanent.
Who!
Are these arrogant ones,
those reared in such cynical ways,
their curriculum brimming with
intellect, yet without
the power to reason,
only the power to perform!
The forked tongue, the worthless hand shake
at Christmas time, the insincere
parody that floats across the
pay table.
Many years
I have given myself
to this crap, and here are
these bastards, having us
all feel grateful, for the
“Privilege
of
employment.”

© Harry J Horsman  1993
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Dietrich Avatar
April 22, 2016 at 12:38 AM
oh, I feel angry every time I see this poem of yours reminding me of these bastards who rule the world. how are you , sweet friend? It's so good to see your comments at my poetry and I feel like I am repeating all your oldies but I will keep doing it till I see new ones from you. Hope you are doing well.
Mcneil Avatar
October 26, 2010 at 2:45 AM
Ha, amazing! Worded perfectly. Love it. Thank you for the comment. Ryan
Devonshire Avatar
October 25, 2010 at 8:37 AM
Harry, my sister accumulated multiple beauty queen titles and was the valedictorian of her class in high school and college. Armed with her PhD, she knows how to put me to shame. LOL Love, Carolyn
Dietrich Avatar
October 25, 2010 at 7:23 AM
sorry can't read this. I"m late for work. I need your address for that prize!!! Luv, Andrea
Devonshire Avatar
October 21, 2010 at 7:44 AM
You seem to have quite a bit of job dissatisfaction, Harry. The corporate game can get to those of us who aren't willing to play by others' ridiculous rules. Quite a powerful observation, my friend. With so many Americans out of work, I do know folks who would be grateful for the "privilege of employment," but I understand where you're coming from here. I've had jobs that made me feel this way too. Love, Carolyn
Sweetheart Avatar
October 21, 2010 at 7:29 AM
Wow Harry my friend u have written this with a power punch pen today and with great emotion as well.. I was in the corporate world for many years and can relate to your lines luv... enjoyed your blast off with eloquence.. and luv..
Mehta Avatar
October 21, 2010 at 7:27 AM
Very powerful and raging thoughts you have penned on the privilege of employment, harry
Dietrich Avatar
October 21, 2010 at 6:49 AM
I love the last half of this, how you so clearly stated exactly how they are with their worthless hand shakes and saying you are "privileged" to be employeed by them. Great line: without the power to reason, only the power to perform." I take it you are going thru with YOUR job what my hubbie and I are going thru with OURS. My husband's company are the biggest bastards in our area (as trucking companies go!) Luv, Andrea
Neels Avatar
October 21, 2010 at 5:45 AM
Wow Harry so much emotion.. I love it.. :) Wilma
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October 21, 2010 at 5:17 AM
Enjoyed reading today!! great thoughts in these hard times.
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