bad bosses
infiltrate your mind
...all the time
dreams become
nightmares
as you
scream
into the dark
at the sound
of your alarm clock
bad bosses
shake hands with
hypocrisy
embrace contradiction
relate to incompetency
threatened
by competency
the families
of the tortured
stand and stare
in horror
with arms outstretched
wanting to comfort
and ease the pain
of the soiled soul
the bosses
laugh maniacally
and brush away
the dandruff
of their ego
bad bosses
lead you down a path
of darkness and terror
bad bosses
don't give a shit
about the state of
your health
your mind
"keep your eyes on the bottom line!"
shout the bad bosses
laughing up their asses
sharpening knives
ready to use power
to keep power
bad bosses
soil the ground
you walk upon
dine on discontent
feast on fatigue
and compliancy
loving lips
on their asses
"you're so great!
you're the best!"
the bad workers
stand and applaud
the bad bosses
who adore adulation
not based on action
bad bosses
turn sunshine
to darkness
a gentle rain
to a hurricane
common sense and
courtesy
are foreign terms
used by losers
whose lips
are not stuck on
the bosses' ass
bad bosses
can kiss my fucking ass!!!
I've got a resume
to hand in today!
farting around sept. 27, 2007
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notes and thoughts
usually i would write about a particular incident, but this is more a general poem with the bosses huge and cartoon-like while innocent workers are tiny and small and helpless underneath these assholes.
this is certainly based on personal experience of those near and dear to me...and my own fun with 'em.
when you have a bad boss, it can take over your mind and you can't shake it out...why don't these people have any understanding of their actions...could it be they don't give a shit??? only concerned with their own "station" in life??? is this the capitalist way? fuck everybody else and look out for yourself??? sad but too true too often...
an awful way to start the day...the alarm clock wakes you up and you feel dread...it's hard for your day to turn around with that start.
the 2nd verse (the "shake hands with hypocrisy") is true, but i'm not sure how poetic this is...a little dry...
bosses who treat an employee like shit, do not seem to comprehend that this also affects the families...when the employee comes home after 7-8 hours of abuse, it's impossible to shake that off...you want to help, want to ease their pain, but it's not easy and it affects you when the one you love is miserable most of the day...as i said right at the beginning...it infiltrates your mind...all the time!
i like the "brushing away the dandruff of their ego" line, but not sure if this is the best place for it...
it's always about the bottom line...the fucking bottom line...and when the employee feels insecure in their position, then they (understandably) become very worried about their own bottom line...i hope i get this fucking job i really am applying to! hopefully that'll ease the bottom line issue...
it always seems to be about power...fucking power...a basic microcosm of our society...
i can't stand sycophants, and wonder how the hell they can live with themselves...i guess they are just blissfully unaware, and this is what they do to protect their "station"...too bad just doing your job competently and judiciously isn't enough in a LOT of work places...
everything is affected if you're being tortured by a bad boss...it's hard to see beauty and love when you're surrounded by hatred, instability and incompetency most of the day...
it would be nice if we could all be buddah-like and be calm in the eye of the storm BUT we're human...we try, we try...it's especially difficult when you see how the incompetency of the "bad boss" affects other people's lives and you're helpless to do anything about it...without getting your ass fired which won't help anyone!
the poem probably needs some trimming and tightening, but i don't believe working a poem to death or you kill the original emotion in it...just brush some of the stray hairs...
i really do have a resume i'm handing in today, and i want the security and the chance to start preparing for our old age...when you get to a certain age you start thinking about this...
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