February 1, 2013

ballad of the temp worker

The old, the lame,
the unwashed, the insane,
unemployables on parade.

The manager drones
like a dial tone
and pretends we're here to get trained.

And we'll take it all for the money.
We'll take it all for the check.
We're like cattle in here, but what's funny,
is that cattle get more respect.

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