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more the norm than the exception
in this wonderful capitalist rape room
where coming into work can mean
leaving early without a job & a
pink slip, with a pat on the back & a
“thanks for being such a good worker”---
armed with all the facetious nonsense
that emanates from the mouths of
higher-ups, whose jobs are just a little
more secure than your own,
making them bent further over the table
with the drill shoved so deep up inside
them that you couldn’t pull it out with
a ****ing forklift,
if you even dared to try.
and on the day you come in &
they’ve taken away some of your coworkers,
leaving you “alive” as far as the workforce
goes (for one more day), you feel an odd
sense of guilt & blame, like it should have,
like it could have, like it will be you---
much like on imagines a survivor of a plane
crash sees the deaths of their co-flyers as
a precursor to their own fessing up to
that certainty of mortality,
you close your mouth with a sudden horror---
because these people were your friends,
as far as the workplace is concerned---
you’ve spent hours, weeks & years with
them & their fate has been decided with a
****ing red pen & a greeting at the door
when they were coming in,
because the higher-ups didn’t even have the
goddamned decency to give them a call
prior to the beginning of the work day---
so now, they hang their heads, some cry,
and in the eyes of all of them is a new
terror…a head full of “what am i gonna do?”
adding them to the legions of
america’s growing unemployed---
oh the wonderful “land of the free,”
where you can smile as long as you are
****ing
economically
viable.
tomorrow, they go online to file for
unemployment, to start the hardest job that
there is---
looking
for a
job.
and you miss them.
and you hope the best for them.
and you know the cards are stacked against them.
and you know neither obama or romney is gonna
****ing help them.
and you go to sleep so you can get up in the morning &
go back to the slaughterhouse,
hoping today isn’t your day (always tense & ready for your
time) &
hoping that wherever they are,
that they are ok.
I see an angry country that is ready to explode,
And if things don’t change it will happen and not much further down the road.
I see a country that is not willing to give up its values and dreams,
A country so tired of lies and politicians and their low handed schemes.
I see a country that has had life good much too long,
I see a country that is angry and that is ready to right so many wrongs.
When I talk to a neighbor or I talk to a friend,
The conversation always comes up about the way things are going and how they have got to end.
There are many who think they are trying to lead us like sheep,
They don’t want us to think or to make so much as a peep.
We’ve had our T.E.A. parties and we’ve marched in the streets,
But it hasn’t effected those in Washington they march to a different beat.
I think it’s time they get, what the rest of us get,
And no more special privileges will we permit.
If they don’t do the job they were sent there to do,
Then hand them a pink slip, if they don’t want to be a voice for me and for you.
And one term limits ought to be enough time to get their ideas across,
Any more time than that, they might start growing moss.
And what about honesty and integrity does it have different values for them than it has
for you and me .
I don’t think Washington, Jefferson, or even Lincoln would approve if they were alive to see.
The things that are transpiring in this country, the Land of Sweet Liberty, the Home of
the Free.
Are ways to manipulate good people like you and me.
This country has had a rash of set backs as of late,
And if we don’t start paying better attention and voicing our concerns, then we are
liable to wind up with nothing to put on our plate.
I firmly believe that we as a nation stand up and glorify Gods name above all else
forever more,
So that His almighty grace will spread across our land from shore to shore.
God has not turned His back on us, we were the ones that walked away,
And I pray to the almighty God that He forgives us this very day.
Form:
By the end of August or early September,
I'll be handed a pink slip, to keep my sanity:
I must be a quick thinker to help me see clearer;
many plans scribbled on my lineless pad:
good fortune and willingness are needed on my path,
and wouldn't this be the harshest test?
Here's my chance to try something new,
to grab the first thing which comes into view;
and stubborn and headstrong as I am, with this unchangeable vanity,
where the thoughts of uncertainty would lead me?
Expanding my horizons into the furthest blue,
sticking to impossible tasks and repeating the mistakes I can't undo;
sharing my concept with someone with a great insight,
should ease my worries and accomplish much!
Suggestions and hints, to advance into my endeavors,
I'll take from the literary greats and their struggles will entwin mine;
and reading successful stories of published poets and novelists,
will entice my excitement and show me that positivel sign!
Gather friends and let's discuss this matter further with sincere esteem,
your advice will bring a breath of fresh air to a stale room,
come and rescue me from the pit I have fallen into;
lay out your ideas and draw the map from which I will depart,
the longest jeourney I am willing and able to take,
despite the unseen perils, wonders and probable heartbreaks!
Who wouldn't follow his vocation and turn it into a most unbelievable dream?
Besides, being unrealistic and skeptical: I am expanding my horizons!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I bet you didn't know that the 7 dwarfs
Used to work for Santa Claus
Yep, they all got fired from the north pole
Cause they kept breaking too many laws
See, Doc was the north pole physician
He tended to those who were afflicted
But he was writing too many prescriptions
And three hundred elves got addicted
Then we have the dwarf called Sneezy
Sneezy became a problem too
Everywhere he goes he's blowing his nose
And they all came down with the flu
Next we have the dwarf named Sleepy
Now this one should speak for itself
He was always found somewhere laying down
Curled up in a corner on a shelf
Then there's the dwarf called Bashful
This one was just way too shy
And when they finally gave him his pink slip
He was too embarressed to say goodbye
That brings us to the dwarf named Happy
Now he was just a bundle of joy
But they just couldn't get him to do any work
Cause he was always playing with the toys
And of course we can't forget about Dopey
This one always did what they said
But he was a little slow, if you know what I mean
And they think he was dropped on his head
And last but not least we have Grumpy
He would stay out drinking all night
Now he was the north pole's problem child
Cause he was always starting all the fights
Well that's the end of my story
And I really hope you're not annoyed
Did I tell you Snow White fired them too?
Yep, all seven dwarfs are unemployed
What kind of gobbledegulp,
holiday mess,
are you stuffing down your jaw giblets —
one day early ...
you human turkey
Cubicle farm-raised patsy policies
is what your top executive, tinfoil hat fool handlers
are serving you
lower oven rack pooping ninnies
Conspiracy stew —
Genetically modified organism mush squalls
are swimming thru
that grey matter inner tube drain,
you red meat clucky cheeks call a brain
Corporate pecking order is on the
menu packaging downsize
Gobble Raiders of the hallowed profit
sweet yam takeover Arc,
have split pea parceled your succulent
office promotion wish bone
Cooking the books ... green bean stringing
you dumb dinner table birds along
Cellular talk to the boss HR department chick,
if you don’t buttery believe little ol’ poultry me
Now don’t go getting cutlery stir crazy,
put that carving knife down, celery baste boy ...
Are you rooster gone out of your rotisserie mind?!
Coming at me with those carnivore eyes,
watch yourself, now
I heard thru the henpeck grapevine,
that it’s your neck on the chopping block
in two days merger time
Sho’ nuff on Black Friday,
it’s gobble dupe you
that gonna be
in the return merchandise soup line
Now ain’t that some bad Scroogie news ...
holiday tummy ache blues
It’s enough to make a cool, jive turkey like me
start dressing up fo’
yo’ pink slip fowl roast early retirement party
The love me and you shared expired years ago
The many times I spent attempting to love you
Didn't really mean anything to you so my love we are through
Just like a plague you destroy everything you touch
You are worse than a disease that I cannot remedy myself from
Like hot lava I knew you would travel slowly and burn my soul in every way
Because of you I will never be the same, this beautiful soul full of despair
Watching the clock on the wall, time continues to go by and with each minute that goes by turns into years.
The years of failed behaviors has lead to this moment where you are more hazardous to me than ever.
You were overdue to supply and demand my heart with the means necessary to thrive, and I don't even know why
I continued to be petty and naive all at the same damn time
Even when I discovered the level of emotional debt you have left me with, pisses me off
Every text message, phone conversation, valentines day card and birthday gift and wish was not real
How dare you ask me to help you heal
No, No, No...Heart be still
You have given enough
You have been awarded the Invalid Human Experience Award of the Year
While this evacuation is hard for you because of unapologetic patterns
It is very easy for me
Here ya go, What is this you say?
Oh, this is your Pink Slip of Evacuation
Marginalized middle finger people
moving upwardly mobile
on a quality-of-life escalator going always down
Mall pallbearers for the palladium pocketeers,
(them who bring forth weekly pocket tears)
Three-piece suit gator claws with Wall Street wolf ears
Kiss-the-ring finger people
trying to climb up the societal brass rung
Getting pyramid food chain hung —
Pink slip of the tongue
will make the money grubbers
perennial bottom feeders
Green thumb people
got phased out when the New Deal got farmed out signed
Sent dumpster diving by the bottom line
Escort pallbearers for the corporate pocketeers,
(them who poverty package job security fears)
Downsize pirana jaws with Vegas loan shark ears
Bent index finger people
are always on the hook for the acquisition debt
Bowing and scraping for the quotas to be met
Rube cubicle teacher’s pet love to fetch,
wag the tail ... lick the boot
Being management sandwiched in the middle
Little finger caste people
are stuck in the human resource revolving door
The homeless room always begging for more
Schoolyard sweat factories in need of a Silicon Valley upgrade
got the crypto-chip chimps to put pension skin in the paper mill game
Middle class is dismissed when the ceremonial cut-ribbon fade
Everyone says there must be something better
They look over their shoulder and wipe the dust of their sweater
Not the dust of manual labor
From sitting on a shelf, contact paper
No better way to make change that sit in a chair
Flip through channels
Watch the news
Anger builds up and all that stands is your hair
Got your pink slip today
Straight out of the blue?
It's right in the middle of the blue
Since it's wasn't you,
Didn't expect it's show up on your bay
Push it off,
Yeah, keep pushing it off
Blame others
Yeah, that's a thought
Politics
President of the United States
Major Corporations
Who else has made you a slave?
Yet your still in your chair,
Flipping through channels
Watching the news
Hair is still standing
Solution?
You don't know?
Sit in your chair
Try to turn the wheel?
Bank robbed?
Wish you could steal?
That's a great idea!
Get out of your chair
Long enough to adjust your belt
Too much junk?
Revenge, not sure how it's dealt?
Go outside and run a lap
Important to keep your mind on track
Next time you shop
That money in your wallet
Better to go a mom/pop shop around the block
Next time you need a loan
Try a local credit union
Next time you go out to eat
Pick a local eatery
Where there's a will there's a way
To read and ignore this would be a damn shame
The Reality of Married Life
By Elton Camp
An idealized view of marriage causes creation
For young folks of an impossible expectation
That all will be lovey-dovey for day after day
And that it will always stay just that same way
When the initial shine wears off the marriage bed,
It’s then that stark reality will raise its ugly head
Taking the place of constant “I love you” to say,
There are the rent, food, car and other bills to pay
No matter how much you call each other “Honey,”
There will often be too much month for the money
Even the most careful budget can be extraneous
Due to that category that we call “miscellaneous”
And then neither of you another factor truly saw
That is the presence of the critical mother-in-law
“You aren’t good enough for my son or daughter.
To have married much better is what they oughter.”
And then when things are going more your way,
One of the couple will get a pink slip some day
Or maybe the two bears will come to be the three
And you learn that babies are far from being free
Marriage includes much mundane stuff, by gosh
Cleaning, mowing and clothes and dishes to wash
When hubby comes home, he hasn’t got a doubt
That first he’ll hear, “Honey, take the garbage out.”
I think I'll die before I live
from time to time, I suppose
life seems more take than give
a cynical opinion sometimes shows
Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may
come to bring me my pink slip
and leave my future in disarray
ticket punched for the return trip
yet if I can get the jump on it
go ahead and postulate anyhow
a posthumous life might better befit
than what I've got here right now
today's stance an intractable position
a life well lived, for argument's sake
could depart now of my own volition
and leave some witticism at my wake
then folks who knew me, not one iota
could say "just seemed to be so content"
"though lately colder than North Dakota"
"To hell is what I think was meant"
and maybe I'll live on in my words
to make life both meaningful and bold
'stead of day's living for the birds
a posthumous life a thing to behold
'course I might need to think again
considering all the prose and cons
my best thinkin' might be just insane
afterlife might be a big come on.
maybe it's not any better than this
my Shangri-La might be right here
too hard to look back and reminisce
if I just posthumously disappear
© Goode Guy 2011-06-27
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