The Song of Our People

poetry

Now you’re gonna be a manager
and run things just like you always
dreamed you would but what you
don’t know is you won’t be running
anything except yourself into the
ground for the good of all the other
ungrateful little pukes that are useless
but to bitch about the state of things
and call in sick at the least opportune
sorts of times but there are at least three
good employees aside from yourself and
they run in to the ground too and just
like you and just like four little mounting
screws and you won’t ‘come undone until
twelve years from now when they decide
to remodel and a pair of large men with
crowbars and hammers come in and knock
the whole place down

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