Pay I Stay

worn out workers
the insane are in the office
not swimming the fishbowl outside the glass
You won't teach group class.
alcohol breath
you lie on your time sheet
too bad they got your truck and missed you
the body shop fixed the bullet holes
in your bed
but you weren't even there
you're still not, not with us

you put on a show when the chiefs pow wow
they believe how you deceive
they're on the gravy train too
just show up, never fired up
never quitting, never caring

an appointment now
but I didn't vow
they'll have to wait
till I get off
I've got a date
with an office mate
after the hour
I think I'll shower
give me more power

Your description says you're in charge.
Your actions say you're out
to lunch, or break, or anywhere else but here.
Your spirit has left the building.
It never arrived.
You collect your money.
Guilt is for suckers.
How do you sleep at night?
Or do you?
Is that why your excuses come,
several hours before you do?
I would like to see you on the news
another idiot who tried to beat the train
cancer comes back
displacing other cells with your own agenda
They know what you're up to.
How can they not?

A parasite lives off the blood of others.
you've gorged
still hungry
yet you mean no harm
You don't care what happens to them.
Not your nature to nurture your food.
fools follow rules
expecting salvation
daily devotions
keep the host alive
you suck more of their juices
conceal your abuses

others talk behind your back
take you down
make you pack
Worry?
You're in no hurry.
management here, has no fear
you lower the bar, so they can go far

Rats leave, the sinking stinking ship
Where is loyalty?
Love of duty?
Do they care for their charges?
Am I so bad?
I didn't create this job, this situation.
I tell them I can't do it.
I tell them I won't.
I'm not happy either.
But I get paid and I get laid.
Tell them, your problems.
If you were so great, you'd be in charge.
Isn't that right?
So why fight?
Leave
Do what you want.
Don't blame me.
I don't care.
Don't dare, pin it on me.
I tell them their philosophy sucks.
I just won't do it and I don't.
Give me, more money.
I'll work somewhere else.
Self righteous bastards.
Will you pay, for my house?

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