Here come old manager

They got skeptical eye

“Do your work right”

“We’re cutting you back

to thirty-hours- no

benefits, all lies.“

You’re assigned a number

Much easier to get a

finger pointed at- it’s

all done in mechanical

fashion; them’s the breaks

All work together right now.

Show-up everyday at the same

time- a bagged production

from nine to five; no lunch

‘cause you’re on the American

Plan; do your job in a cubicle

feel the work disease.

When your usefulness runs out

you get kicked upstairs; to

save yourself- robotically

kiss the boss’s ass; but still

have to go through the annual

review to get your zero percent raise .

Roller-coaster your way for forty

five years- forget the pension or

the 401k; collect your social

security and continue to work

until you’re six-feet dead; have

the pleasure of being disassembled.

‘2009’ RLS