Unclear

 Thanks for clarifying what was once unclear.  Now, more than ever in recent history, unions and collective bargaining are crucial to maintaining the frayed fabric of society.  The industrial monster of this country is notorious for grinding bones and crushing souls of the every day worker.  United, we’re strong, but sadly, the rhetoric and animosity of many on this post who want to leave the union, will inevitably lead us to our demise.

Start Now

 Start organizing.  Start showing up to meetings.  Start bringing your co-workers to the meetings.  Start voting on actions you want to enact.  

I’m frustrated, too.  Although venting online may help, it doesn’t fix the problem.  Be the change you want to see.  It won’t happen today.  It won’t happen tomorrow.  Over time, change will come.  It all starts now.  Start now.

Postal Pettiness

 Some of you people playing these stupid games need a hug.  It’s pathetic.  This desperation for power, attention, clout is unnecessary and only results in two people agitating each other.  What’s the point of this nonsense besides a commiseration of misery?  Do the work, go home. It’s easy.  But of course the band of button-pushing, booger-eating brothers continue to egg each other on with this petty lunacy.    Cowards.

The customer refused it.  UBBM. End of story.  We’re getting paid pennies to deliver horsespit that some people clearly don’t want.  But you, Lord Almighty of the Wedgie Wars, are trying to prove a point?  For what?  What do you win?  Get a hobby.  Or a cat.

To The Women Who Love Us

(V) I ain’t no saint

It’s just a bruise 

Got trouble with trustin’

And nothing to lose.

(V) Sometimes I’m afraid

People need a break

We’ve been through something

I don’t want to be fake.

 (I) I don’t mean 

to take 

it all out 

on you.

(V) Cracked a few ribs

And I can’t give a fuck

But know that deep down 

With you, can’t mess it up.

(V) Small vic trees ahead,

Rack em up 

Until there’s 

more than a few.

(C) Seriously though,

I can’t do this

Without you

Without you,

I can’t breathe

Without you,

Colors fade

And turn to black

Without you

Without you.

 

V

This is what

I have to do…

Is this what 

I have to do?

Cracks

 that’s my trick, too.  

Fingers gonna crack 

every winter,

 ain’t no fixin it,

 just gotta deal with it.  

I hydrate,

 Vaseline 

with gloves 

at night, 

but without fail,

 got these 

daily reminders 

on my fingertips 

that’ll fade 

as the days age.

I Fail

 Sometimes

I Fail.

I try and try

Yet To no avail.

Like a gull

Chasing a ship,

Flyin gainst 

The wind,

just to 

Sit on a sail

But

Sometimes

I fail.

Sometimes 

Most times

I Fail.

Like a fool

Comin in late

To the final 

Of life

Pencils unsharpened

Dead calculator

But genuine 

With every intent 

Hell-bent

To succeed

But sometimes 

I fail

Unbeknown

 Such a good word

I have a hungry soul.  I will feed you.  

(MAJOR PAUSE)

However,

I see my life as a handful of sand

Gravity mixed with time

In the palm of my hand

slowly slipping away

I ponder on the purpose of it all.

Existential crisis

Not quite yet

But well on my way

No one ever tells you yo about the tedium of monotony that is comfort.

I realize the personal recognition of my social anxiety originated from going to these house and Telly parties as a yooot in da hood, and being surround by all these sex people congregating  andgyrating in a hot ass basement of tiny kitchen that managed an island in a studio apartment, and knowing the underlying fact of my happiness is dancing to music, grinding with a bombastic chick with house music bumping, and watching anime in shared solitude all night with only one other like-minded soul.

I tell people I’m an onion, and they never believe me.