Quiet on set!
DEAR bOSS,
You amuse me.
You really do serve,
“Good Show.”
There’s a Laugh Track
supporting you—
haunting that Role.
You cast yourself as hero
in armor—sword drawn,
riding off to battle
like you remember dawn.
But the second you leave,
a hush soothes the air.
Finally, we’re allowed
to fix what you see as “fair.”
Making ‘little you’ play “Villain”
—another part you decree!
Your absence frees them to laugh,
at your hypocrisy.
Cast plays their part,
but one secret we know—
real magic’s backstage,
just before show.
When director is busy,
curtains juuuust about to roll—
players are dancing and laughing,
putting on “Their Show.”
You’ve told us your “life”—
about cancer and wife.
Who needs “Shakespeare,”
daily, we get to attend your strife.
The money’s so tight—new chairs?
we’ll die!
Somehow filth, frustration,
I’ve seen elderly hit ground—
mixed with ‘no profit’ and “New Boat”,
to you evens out.
Clients sit in horror—
jaws left agape,
when finally they see
right through your cape.
Your kids tried to defend you,
they never stood a chance.
Their mouths seek floor too—
when I notate that dance.
Now they may not perform it,
but deep down, it’ll grow—
they never liked,
attending—
the show.
——————
Hours’a day
at “best” pay,
keeps maintaining
the machine
—away.
——————
Your dance? I find pompous.
In circles you spin—
other’s day, mind,
and health,
‘n crush them with “clocked in.”
Demanding perfection,
escalated—extinction,
replaced with AI.
Simply because
it’ll never ask,
“Why?”
—Have you tried?
I have.
It’s always a mess—
“they’re trying their best!”
all while cleaning water
—runs cold.
Ice can be handled by machine
it won’t feel a thing—that’s why sometimes
lizards are in charge of things old.
“Maybe she’s having a bad day!”
while she plays her game,
making others obey
humiliation the toll—
she barks at me freely
all while you peddle
“dealing”
as if effort,
under her care,
translates more than coal.
Missed hugs—her delight!
“On the clock?”
more precious than life.
Tell me,
when you last
recognized a soul?
——————
But because I’m kind—
I’ll give a peak behind the blinds,
of the real show
we deem “Love.”
Welcome to
“My Office.”
——————
After care.
Something pimps should learn about.
Whores like warm hugs
after being run around.
After a day on your feet,
sharing a beer’s the best thing—
It’s where used up minds
go to shine.
You think we learn in the common way?
Tried that.
Dashing but—gray!
Penny university lets me graduate
every time I go.
There’s something special in those flashes,
of lighting from the brashest!
In moments of breath
before “go.”
To sleep—or to work?
To bleed—or to carve..
your name into
—stone?
Enough shop talk!
I know!
Eyes front of house!
“Camera’s a roll!”
Lovely distractions for bringing Love home.
Spotlight’s up front?
Help’ll slip through the cracks.
Front of house doesn’t
—actually hate back.
Cutos, whoever came up
with that,
leads off the fact,
we run our lines too—
We play the fools in
plain view.
(Think we’ve learned that from you.)
And there’s nothing
You can do—
Aaaaaaand scene—
———————————————————
Fuck them fools.
Wasting money,
protecting tools.
Gathering up
more ghouls
Like them—
They’d let you die,
if it cost them a dime.
Let your life fall
to despair,
Walk—while your
car needs repair,
All while stealing
thinking you unaware..
of their crime.
Watch out for yourself!
They want it?
Then raise them hell!
They can have it from
us when we’re dead.
No I won’t stay after and
no, I don’t like your laughter.
You want friends?
Find them yourself.
You can’t have that from me,
I clocked out at three!
Raise my pay
and then we’ll talk.
Matter of fact,
read the contract.
I’m still waiting to see
cracks filled with caulk
that you caused with
“bad math”
Guess it costed more
than you—
thought
to be
an
Ass.
