Hard work

They say they work hard
and maybe they do
but do you believe
you owe them to
like you paid in advance
and after the meal
didn’t get a whole plate
but you paid for the feels
they say they work hard
and maybe they do
but if you pay double
what is the truth
do they deserve more
or are you a fool
pay for the performance
but they don’t perform for you
stifled creativity sorry ass excuses
is this entertainment
or a house of useless muses

Wouldn’t it be nice

Wouldn’t it be nice
if work was easy
if we didn’t have to try so hard
wouldn’t it be nice to have it all girl
to wake up in the sun and just have fun
if we didn’t have to work our ass off
if we didn’t have to try so hard
wouldn’t it be nice to live our dreams
make it look so damn easy and clean
wouldn’t it be nice to just get paid girl
not work and break a sweat
wouldn’t it be nice to live on clouds
walk around like we don’t care
not think about the very next meal
or if this check can pay the bills
wouldn’t it be nice to live like queens do
like girls who sell that pop
wouldn’t it be nice to be a celebrity
and pretend we work so much
wouldn’t it be nice to not get older
thinking of losing the home I rent
wondering what will happen next
wouldn’t it be nice to just be easy
to relax in the sun and laugh
wouldn’t it be nice to live like queens do
instead of working off that ass

On the clock

Something that someone did
let’s forget it’s so tragic
play the victim once again
little girls with no knowledge
make excuses and deflect
you know what you really wanted
say the truth and say it loud
you’re just looking for another way out
got the words in your mouth
one way or another you let them out
sing the praises and sing the speak
you don’t own the path you seek
something someone once did do
you can always run the rules
play the games like little girls do
scream the name of victimhood
something someone did one time
we know the name but speak in rhyme
know the game but not the score
little girls in congress wanting more
little girls on twitter so damn bored
can’t do their real job that’s for sure
so they did that one thing something for
little girls playing big girl games
someone once did something just for fame
little girls be speaking double talk
never been to their district the phones cut off
something is like something unprofessional
little girls play games like tentacles
little girls play games don’t tell the scores
they keep crying victim that’s for sure
attacked for what they’re screaming something for
everybody’s leaving as they scream stop
they just playing victim while they on the clock.

Drunk off being human

Too drunk off being human
I can’t let go of influence
can’t stop thinking of the masterpiece
I’ll make,
like it will just materialize
one day,
out of nothing my magnum opus fate,
a miracle on ice so aptly named
too drunk off being human to be sane
can’t think of how to fix this day dreaming
or understand just what I am doing
thinking it into reality
existence of my thoughts oh can’t it be
without me putting in a single thing
like time or space or the least bit energy
too drunk off being human to see straight
to realize if I don’t do it won’t take
that I must get to work this time today
instead of thinking what will be some way
if I don’t get it done it will not be
too drunk off being human to believe
this could ever be about me


He’s talking at her again explaining what she already knows. His mouth is moving in slow motion and all his words turn to static. She wants to slap him, but she won’t. She’s thinking very loudly in her head this is my job y’know!? I mean who does he think he is telling me the basics of-oh my god! Did he really just tell me what would improve my output!? He did-he fucking did! Her internal dialogue continues as her eyebrows begin to twitch this is the second time today someone with a penis decided to tell her what to do, how to do it, and why. Like she doesn’t already know.
He smiles at her “So we good?” he ask, “I mean about the marked items-everything else is perfect,” her eyes are piercing daggers through him, but she continues to smile warmly, “like seriously Jessica It’s beautiful work overall.”
Overall?! She’s biting her tongue-still smiling, “Thanks Herald I’ll get it in right away” he looks confused, but hands over the paperwork-her paperwork.
He pats her on the shoulder, inside she screams “Alright I’ll leave you to it.” Then he sees his buddy, Paul. Waving at him he begins to leave then turns back “Thanks again Jessica!” she smiles and waves her lips sealed.
Are you fucking kidding me? Oh god what a dickbag she’s looking over the paperwork as she walks back to her desk. She doesn’t see anything as she moves precariously on heels-she hates work attire. On her way she bumps into a cabinet and the doorway, seeing nothing-but red check marks-his red check marks. He’s only been here two months longer than me-and I’ve been here three fucking years! Oh and that’s wrong-really no no it isn’t and-and-oh what a stupid dick!
At her desk she’s reading over every mistake, scoffing at the idea that they are in fact mistakes. All the while her delicate manicured fingers are working the mouse to reprint-no edits needed. Clearly.
Her office mates walk in-he’s flirting with Sandra again. Of course. Jessica Is still looking at her paperwork, but she’s listening to every inappropriate thing they say. They should just fuck already mentally she sighs. “Welcome back” she’s smiling but still looking over the red checks, a sort of tertiary victory lap because again nothing is wrong. “How was lunch?” she doesn’t really care.
Sandra smiles at her throwing a wad of crumpled paper at Jacob “great-we gotta go smoke” Jessica nods putting down her work ignoring the play fighting that had begun.
Pulling a cigarette and lighter from her desk drawer “I’ll meet you there gotta turn in the weekly report” she then shuts down her desktop standing to leave noticing that Jacob was nearly on top of Sandra’s desk shooting staples at her.
Laughing holding her own supplies in one hand and swatting at Jacob with the other Sandra manages “alright mee-ah stop it!” laughter turns to startled giggles as his tactics change to a rubber band scare “-out there. I’m gonna get you-” the noise fades quickly as Jessica moves toward the printer.
Her items are the only on the tray so it’s a quick trot to the inbox. We’ll see who’s needing improvement after Barbara looks at it, she’s thinking as she places both versions in the box, the edits under her own, an easy mistake that results in her knowing Herald’s thoughts in the matter.
She then heads to the parking lot. The last haven for the few remaining smokers in the building. Sandra, remarkably, is already there and had just finished lighting her slim. “O-M-G!” she exclaims as Jessica comes into sight thinking Sandra honey you are too old to say that! “You’ll never believe what jerkface told me at lunch!” she begins immediately to describe the outing. They go to the mall, they picked the pizza place, they got in line and so forth.
Jessica nods and smiles appropriately taking long slow drags from her cigarette. She’s thinking of how long it’ll take Barbara to get back to her and wondering what time it is. If it’s close enough to supervision she’d just do it then.
“Can you believe it?” Sandra ask, the crows feet that decorate her eyes all, but shift direction.
Jessica’s full attention returns to her, “Of course I can! Especially with how he was acting when you guys got back” she takes a chance with that reply not fully remembering what was said.
“I know right!” Sandra’s all smiles-Jessica got it correct this time. She usually does, she’s thinking this smiling smugly as Barbara pops up.
She’s not suppose to interrupt the smoke breaks, but she always does “are we doing supervision?” she’s smiling so everything is okay it would seem.
“Yes, I’ll be right there” Jessica is thinking horrible thoughts, but she smiles. Putting out her cigarette and palming the trash she follows her supervisor inside Sandra having given the nod goodbye. Whelp guess it was later than I thought Jessica makes it to her office then drops the burnt bud into her trash thinking she’ll love that.
Barbara is fiddling with papers of all sorts before putting them down in the chaos of her desk, pulling out the paperwork-Herald’s corrections on top. “Thanks for joining me” she’s being condescending, but Jessica’s used to this.
“Sorry had a long talk with-”
“Herald I’m assuming” she’s smiling ever so sweetly, but her voice is rather harsh.
“Yes I-”
“I’m confused. I’m really confused Jessica I find you smoking outside after getting both of these things” she places the corrections besides the clean printout “I mean you didn’t do anything with it and I can’t understand why” her face is still sweet, but her tone makes Jessica want to scream.
She’s thinking rapid fire of what to say screaming inside are you fucking serious!? Are you for real right now? Like-what the fuck! “well, um, you see I wasn’t really sure what he meant by everything and he wasn’t clear in the talk we had” she swallows Barbara nods for her to continue “so Sandra and I went to smoke so I could clarify things-y’know when we go out there it’s usually work related so-”
Barbara stops her and begins to explain the red check marks, her tone is softer now much, more appealing. Jessica is still furious thinking are you fucking serious right now?! Like what the hell you know I’m right-you know I’m right-goddamn bitch just because you want to suck his dick-ugh I can’t believe it-why do I work with such idiots!