Prose - The Bitter Employee

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A spreadsheet designed
With painstaking precision
But now it is to be discarded
For you changed your intention
You exerted power
In typical anal manner
Now I must regroup
And subdue my anger
You can’t make up your mind
But to you it matters not
I’m just a tool
This is what you bought
Your mistake
Becomes my emergency
Regardless of my commitments
They are subordinate to your exigency
It didn't matter
That I got home after dinner
Or arrived before breakfast
As long as you were the winner
Beware ambition
Concentrated in the hands of power
You are merely a number
And your life they will devour
As they seek
To make a splash
All your work
Will become tomorrow’s trash
A deadline moved up
A report re-invented
A new buzz word
To rule the discontented
But soon enough
There will be a new boss
With all new ideas
And yours they will toss
As we the proletariat
Lucky to be alive
Serve the bourgeois
And beg for what they deprive
Thoughts enter my slumber
Penetrating my wooden head
I look at my frayed strings
The puppet will soon be dead
I serve my time
In silent smolder
Losing my soul
As I get older
They always say
Your avocation
Must be
Your vocation
Otherwise
You die
A slow death
Cut by each lie
And how they cheat
And steal
As you watch
They take the wheel
Driving your life
Off a cliff
Plummeting below
Until you are stiff
Their laughter echoing
In resounding finality
Filling the canyon
With pathological reality
Of greed
That they define as good
The virtue of selfishness
Making poor the ‘hood
As I walk
In dreamlike control
A zombie
Resigned to my role
I ask for deliverance
In this life or the hereafter
When money is no longer needed
Only love and laughter
Will my dream come true?
Or must I suffer under your thumb
I can only wonder
As you take the last crumb


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Teddletonmr 5 years ago from Midwest USA

Well done, you hit it out of the park...


PenMePretty 5 years ago from Franklin

This is dynamite!!! You are so expert at getting your feelings from your heart to your pen to your paper. In the hereafter...may the angels roll the stones away. Thanks Suburban Post, for sharing with me.


Nan Mynatt 5 years ago

Written like an experienced pro. I marked you up on this one. We need to be our own boss. That is what I am trying to do. Please check out my movie:

http://NanMynatt.OneGreatMovie.com


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pmccray 5 years ago from Utah

Awesome. Your prose sums up the current work environment.

Workers are used and abused by inexperienced, egotistical supervisors. No monies are spent for training these knuckle draggers who, obviously, never scored well "in getting along with others" in kindergarten.

Worker drones slave day in and day out to make money for those who do nothing, but get the credit and bonus monies. Very well done!!!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Teddletonmr - Thanks man... just a moment of frustration.

@PenMePretty - I hope the Angels will roll those stones away. I'm counting on the work load dropping a bit in mid-August so maybe I'll write one about the blessing of having a job. As Joe Walsh say's, "I can't complain but sometimes I still do."

@Nan - That would be the idea but my current situation does have long-term upside that I've worked hard for... thanks for the idea thought...

@pmccray - Thank you. It is tough these days. They aren't hiring so they are working those who have a job harder and harder in order to achieve productivity gains. They know if you fall off the boat you can't get back on. I've been reading about how many companies are only hiring folks who have jobs. They are telling people who are unemployed not to bother to apply... WOW!


PenMePretty 5 years ago from Franklin

We are all in the same Titanic (boat). Life is oftentimes like a field of thorns, we just keep searching for the roses. Sending you good wishes in the winds...


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@PenMePretty - Luckily we do find roses from time to time.... or else we wouldn't endure the thorns...

http://hubpages.com/literature/Poem-Why-The-Thorns...


PenMePretty 5 years ago from Franklin

You are so right...that is a wonderful quote. Why not publish it with a rose growing in a field of thorns. I do this kind of thing for my greeting card line: LoveLines :-)


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@PenMePretty - Thank you... that would be cool to publish.....


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Teylina 5 years ago

Fantastic! I knew there was a reason I got out of the "corporate ladder" mess and went solo in sales--- still under a thumb but with some wiggle room! - This is a good reminder why I should be glad I'm older!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Teylina - Good for you... things have mellowed a bit so my rant was created under duress for sure... I'm so independent in thought as "The Suburban Poet" that it makes it tough to nod and do as I'm told at work.... but I do have folks who report to me so for all I know they feel the same way about me....


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Teylina 5 years ago

Mmm - my 1st and only (lowly) rank into mgmt lasted only until I had to fire the 1st employee. Unfortunately, the rules demanded it, but I wanted to handle it differently and was not allowed to. I admire people like you and my daughter (who's made it thru 2 merges, a buyout, and stupidly, at 30--her words, not mine--took her branch mgmt position right before the economy went to hell in '08), who can cope with both ends of their mental spectrum! Guess I'm too weak--or whatever. In this world one does what they have to do to survive, and our almighty dollar truly demands us to walk the $ line too often.


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Teddletonmr 5 years ago from Midwest USA

We all to often work to eat, no shame in that, we must eat.

Let us not eat the weak, we will shurly be devoured.


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Teylina 5 years ago

Well put, Teddletomnr--I certainly didn't mean to imply otherwise! We all do what we have to do--called survival and love (for family or whoever) we "feed!" I'm an old lady--easy to reminisce and be mistaken in what I mean! Thanks for reminding me!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Teddletonmr - Yes we need to eat. Some know that and eat us because they can. Sorry to take so long to respond to your comment. Thank you.

@Teylina - It's tough to have values when money is the primary force. A career can be dehumanizing and unhealthy if you don't find a way to cope. I just vented on this one so hopefully it helped...


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Teylina 5 years ago

Hey, I was/am with you all the way! That's why my life as well as my brain is a chaotic mess of colors instead of the smoothly laid out rainbow Alastar reminds me is hiding in there somewhere!

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