But, my hard work and payment always seemed to be off balanced
My trade was to fill trashcans with dog turds....
And then drag them to the curb with out uttering a word....
Of under payment finance...
This deal was absurd.
When my folks weren't looking though....
I'd take the chance and throw dog dookie at the neighbors cats
Before my employers glanced back, to check on my plastic Glad sacks
And when I was really feeling my best, I'd beat my chest
And then catapult the rest over the fence
Where my cities dead were laid to rest
When my shitty job was over, the next one would begin
And with self pity, I'd shrug my shoulders and dump the remainder in the bin
While wiping sweat from my forhead and poodle and labrador off my chin...
And this was the beginning of my bad employee statis
But, for some reason I'd recieve gold stars anyway
Even though I was the baddest...
I'd still roll my eyes and call them cheapskates
And the saddest thing about this story, I'd say...
Would be that, you see this everyday
From Huet Packard to Circle K
Worthless bonuses and promotions being handed out
Like meaningless high fives and handshakes
You're are probably scratching your head now
About what my freaking point is....
Asking under your breath, and one raised eye brow
About where the ABC NINJA geeky joke is....
But, before I can say where I'm going with this
You people first have to wake up from your hypnosis
We all know overworked and under paid
Is the common trade these days....
And we have to pay our bills
To have it made in the shade
But, what if one day we swayed away from the norm
And GOD forbid, disobeyed...
And went against the grain for a change?
Creating something new, that could bring some extra bucks in
Do something we enjoy, that would feed our little munchins
Leave a footprint, and with our office shoes, we could chuck them
Throw away the Employee I.D., walk away and say fuck em
But the hustle will still continue...
Until we're all laid to rest
And recieve our own dog shit bombs
Hurled over a chain link fence
The world will keep turning
As the societies rinse and repeat this process...
As much as this poem comes off as some anti-work rant, I actually love it. Why? Probably because this is the only thing I've been doing for the past thirty odd years, and I have no idea what I would do if I didn't have it. You should see me on one of my rare days off. I'm like a caged tiger. I just walk back and forth in my apartment, until my wife gets fed up and assigns me a job, preferably outside.
I'm also one of those weirdos that enjoys routine work, no matter how remedial it is. If the boss assigned me toilet cleaning duty for the next ten years, I wouldn't care because that's ten more years of recieving a paycheck.
I'm like this at home as well. I wash the dishes, do the laudry ( hang and fold as well ), take a the trash, etc. I think it's so fun that I go out of my way to wake up at 5am to do it! I would rather work than hang out anyday. If and when I am invited out with friends, I find it awkward because I can't just sit there and do nothing. I consider this a waste of time.
I am currently teaching my children this lifestyle as well. We play games like "Who can clean their room first" or "Pick up the beer cans in the park" (Whoever collects the most is the winner!)
What can I say? I'm a hoot!