He no longer cares if shirt is ironed properly
There’s no one there that he cares to impress
Aesthetically he’s determinedly faltering
In protest of a place where Reindeer games
out weigh performing duties
Altruistically, he bleeds
(I will retire when I die)
They’re putting process before progress
Jargon is more important than good business
No carrots but all sticks
Flunkies who fluff and fly followship
Chasing butterflies with a net built from lies
Clocksuckers living for quitting time
Chastised for coloring outside the lines
Desk jockeys controlled by the spin
Giving face time with a finger in the wind
Whilst they capitalize on committing sin
You can’t stick it to the man
without facing the workforce that empowers him
Bimonthly they pay modestly
moving forward offhandedly
exploiting greedily
Those Who did the work these jerks
monetize commercially
He sees clearly
All he can do is dream of being free
From the man he has never seen.
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
