Overtime Be Gone

I'm working night and day for the Man,

Struggling and striving under the new government plan.

Hour upon hour over forty…I give to them for free.,

all this and all that, just so he can pay for his condo in Tahiti.

Even still, when I do complain,

All I get from the top is the same.

For their words ring loud and clear,

And they speak it so that all can hear.

For what they do have to say….

Is…" if you don’t like it here, you don’t have to stay."

However, to this I will confess,

I stay on and take their abuse,

as the economy is a real mess.

For through four years of near zero job growth,

The best I could hope for would be pizza hut…making pizza dough.

Oh cant you see what the government and the Man have done for me,

They have me running and jumping, and now over forty for free,

Oh running and jumping through greed's naughty hoop,

So that they in their "let them eat cake" state,

Can forever remain in their evil gain.

And just think…

I just thought I was in the loop.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004