days like today
make me wonder why
I chose tech support as my career
I am beset by bosses
as callous as demons
and I crack rocks, trapp'd in this hell
oh sure, the pay
it nearly avails the pain
but what of dignity? what then of that?
my soul, the cost
and freedom so spent
is sold for a mere mite and not thirty marks
Yes, work is work~
and a man knows his lot
I work for my own! I do not work for them!
I was proud
in days not far gone
to mark how I worked for the number one
in my veiled ambiguity
allowing others to be jealous of my job
oh the truth!
that this aggregation
this league of folk are truly a clique
and one like I,
mere vendor to their club
could not own full ties nor full rank!
not that I'd
into their club of demons, that evil baptism
limp grinning goons
they eat my laughter, and in my mouth a stone
and every help they proffer bears a hidden blade
how I long for a song
a holy paladin's bard
to pierce their center and cast them screaming!
Back to Abadon!
begone you hell spawn!
Get thee hence into the river Styx and choke!
Mark me oh God
against their besetting
with perfume and oil bind thy talisman to my heart!
vouchsafe this soul
as I walk each day
through shadows, the specters of these archfiends
stay their appetite
still their whip
and alight peace, that dove, firm on my shoulders