So, you’ve achieved the wet dream your parents instilled in you,
well done, big man,
you’re a manager now.
A controller, manipulator, facilitator,
a façade of power.
Above all, you’re a despicable exploiter.
Still, you’re a manager,
you have an expensive car
and your parents are proud.
It doesn’t matter what you manage,
that’s an inconsequential detail,
you have no real interests or passions,
just power and prestige.
You have your own office,
you can shut the door,
you have a desk,
behind which
you can masturbate
until the cows come home.
Big man.
Spunk.
Junk.
True trash.
Managerial class,
head up ass.
Gets paid a fortune and
leaves the world a worse place.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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