Tag: employment

Badge

At the start of this new job they gave me a badge
A simple unassuming little thing, show the guard at the front
Lets me in for the day, for the 9-5
But little did I know how one little badge, transforms your visage
Like a luchador in the annual forecast meeting
It makes fireworks out of a blade of grass…

…

BADGE! BADGE!! BADGE!!!
I sniff a badge in the ladge!
Flash your vag for the badge
Drop your collage and find the badge!
I hear the badges make for good dadage
Snag the badge to raise lil bradage
Badges in my Shakespeare notes
Badges in my psychology thesis
“Sir can I go home today?
I have the case of the badgelaria!”
Set to badges on my Tinder profile
Me mam said bag a good badge
Nadge that badge till he bladge!
Wadge myself in the way of the badge
Undress that badge in my imadge
Biladgely dictates I NEED THAT BADGE!

Seeing that plastic dangle
Makes a Nile from my palm lines
Apply the goo to my pours
Spike my spawns sippy cups
In hopes they get that Badge DNA in them
Tall, badge, and handgesome
Conditioned since the first Mizz monthly
Photocopies of the badge
Plastered all over my bedroom wall
Gotta have the badge
Gotta make bare badge
Betrothed to a badge or face suicadge
Hang it up on the fridge
Badge to my friends wedding
Badge to my work due
Badge to my dentist appointment
We can only live through the badge

– Lnc0

Natrual 2nd Place

Insanity is doing the same process again and again
I can feel the membrains in my skull slowly melt away
When I scroll through Reed for the 30,000 time
Expecting a different result from before

Hours and hours of ironing out your personalty
Out of every word and movement on inspection day
All for a condescending smirk while they show you door
And that’s the last you’ll ever hear from them again

Even being kicked to the curb provides no salvation
Hypocritical bottom feeders begin to throw their pebbles
They were only face down in the gutter last week
It’s all to easy to forget your past with all that money

What do I have to do to earn their respect?
Flagellate myself with a secondary whip?
Don’t I have the right to toil and slave?
Don’t I have the right to self worth?

Of course not
It’s hopeless
The pharaohs
And emperors
Seek perfection
Second natures
And buzzwords
You’re ignorant
And broken
Why don’t you
Lay your head down
Feed on our
Generosity
You could never
Live your life
Like normal men
Sleep tight
My angel
No one’s
Going to judge
Sleep tight
My angel

A hundred million virgin souls
Strung up by blood soaked rusty wires 
All for that taste of the 9 to 5
Something in this world has got to give
It’s either their unrealistic expectations
Or it’s my cervical vertebrae upon the rope