Schrödinger’s Cat

I am a blank slate
With no chalk

The Game

Underpaid, overworked –
Demand a raise, watch them smirk;

Rant #1 – The World is Fucked

It’s all just one big con isn’t it? Work for scraps, to buy food that poisons you, to run a car giving you cancer, never able to truly save up for that rainy day that we’ll never see once the mushroom clouds have burned out our retinas

Private Hell

Your white picket fence
And the job it depends
Fill your life with but ash

Inc.

March on, drone!
Work you dead to the bone.

Human

Bossed into breaking belligerent backs,
Just to pile more onto offshored stacks

Overdraft Exceeded

Pay it forward
Till the balance is backwards.

S&M

The past has not passed;
With present danger does it lurk.

Smoking Kills

Smoking causes strokes and disability,
Like half the pills you dish out willingly.

Fleshmarket

Market your misery,
Profit from pain.