Shitass Part-Time Job

I have to
work this shitass part-time job.
It’s a whole
load
of bullshit.
It’s the only
Goddamn option
I have.
Some people would go
“Wow,
that
actually
sounds like
a pretty good
gig. Why are
you complaining?”
But those people
are assholes
who have
other
options.
Not me, broski.
I have to work this
shitass part-time job.
If I don’t,
I go into massive debt.
I’m
$30K
in the hole
already.
For one-and-a-
-half years
of college.
One-and-a-half
fucking
years.
I got
NOTHING.
Out of that debt.
Tricked by the system
into going to college
now I’ve got to
claw my way
out of this hole
of debt
that I got
pushed into
because if I don’t
I’ll drag
my whole family
down with me.
My
only
way to climb
out of this
hole
I’m in
is to keep
going
to
school.
Gonna be a teacher
so I can at least
only want to
blow my brains out
because of my job
some of the time
instead of every day.
But I gotta
get an AA degree
to do that.
So I work
this
shitass part-time job
degraded for a dollar
in inescapable debt
forced to continue this
school bullshit
paid for
by my
shitass
part-time
job.

Heart-Killing Poison

Wakey wakey
Wagie wagie
Rise and shine
Can’t make it through the day
without my heart-killing poison
comes in a can, sixteen or so ounces
of willpower, energy to not snap and
tell those fucking customers
to take their damn questions and complaints
and stuff them so far up their ass that they
can taste them
Now now
take a sippy sippy
delicious heart-killing poison
need it just to survive the day
There there
that’s better
relax
breathe
you’re only here for eight hours
and then you go home
and eat
then sleep
no social life
no time for that
restless sleep
bad dreams only
wake up tired
back to work
but first another dose
of that heart-killing poison
siiiiiiiip
aah. that’s better

That’s the Point, Stupid!

Sometimes I wonder
how I’m supposed to
y’know
live, working this job
how I’m supposed to
find the time
to partake in some sort of
social life, an activity
when I get hours that
have all the consistency
of a watery cumshot in the eye of some hooker
a big “fuck you” to any hopes
of being anything other than
a faceless, nameless worker drone
Then I realize
That’s the point!
That’s the point, stupid!
They want me like this!
They want me to be nothing more than
a faceless, nameless worker drone
pushing carts or stocking shelves
or doing whatever the fuck
dependent on the shitass part time job
earning the “coveted” gold badge
that you get for being a corporate slave
for 25 years
not me
not never
I’m gonna beat the system
play it for all it’s worth
then cut and run
That’s the point, stupid!
How far you can milk
the corporate teat
and then get out of here
just gotta stay a slave for a year
an indentured servant to the almighty
retail gods
But I’ll be free
one day
I’ll
be
free