Free Enterprise (Poetry)
What makes you happy?
A hyper and a hip-shooter,
A 10-mile schlep,
Being able to ask “Okay, boss, where to?”
Please take this thought out and 86 it,
Factory line to sewer.
Let your cup runneth over,
And feel free to indulge. Where’s work dragged you before?
Predictably, stupid boys raise a little hell
Busting and bashing again, running in circles
Give it a rest!
Is it all basically there to make me suffer?
Look, dipshit. Outta my way.
I’m going home.