You must crawl around the office with staples on your knees,
Do cartwheels on the copier
Or lick my shiny shoes.
You have to pay your dues!
If you want a raise, you must show praise,
Some fucking gratitude.
Roll over on your back
So I can defile your bulges of fat
with sticky notes and thumbtacks.
I see you every day,
In your Goodwill casual,
Thinking you can get away
With just doing your job well,
Showing up on time,
And punching out at five.
You clueless clod.
The world belongs
To those of us who know
How to put on a show.
