Are they afraid of this man
Who is afraid of sound plans?
Are they afraid of this man
Puerile as he stands?
Are they afraid of this man
Who has fans in the klan?
Are they afraid of this man;
I do not understand.
I grow weary and teary
As I see the heroes of my youth
Fall in line to kiss the ring
Of a man who makes me leary.
America’s not a country
It’s a corporation
Dis organization
thrives on
Eternal damn nation
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 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.
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.
(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?
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.
