Who wants to write some wage slave poetry?

I’ll open with this:

Of all words spoke in joy or sorrow
The greatest are
“I’m off tomorrow!”

Desk pilot waits
the boss is leaving
finally
desk pilot is breathing

Major project
half the staff we need
boss went on vacation
the rest of us bleed.

Cost accountant
spreading gloom
reams of forms
become our tomb.

The jobs we had have gone offshore
with what’s left we cope, or there’s the door.
Thanks for the pay cut, massah !

Borrowing a meter from Johnathon Coulton who says it better than I could (if you haven’t already heard his song, you should here)

Code Monkey get up get coffee
Code Monkey go to job
Code Monkey have boring meeting
With boring manager Rob
Rob say Code Monkey very diligent
But his output stink
His code not “functional” or “elegant”
What do Code Monkey think?
Code Monkey think maybe manager want to write god damned login page himself
Code Monkey not say it out loud
Code Monkey not crazy, just proud

My silo was overflowing
my stable stocked with hay
and then the economic plow
plundered my okay….corral.

The green green grass turned to dust
the goose pools filled with mold
and now Coloma mourns the evil economic leprechaun that raped her pot of gold.

There was an old man who was a banker.
Whom everyone called a fucking wanker.
Because when he carved up his deal,
You could be sure he would steal;
To then spend on his paid BDSM spanker.

^^^^ LOL..excellent!

Request days off, not given mind
I show for every shift assigned

I’m spoken to for being late One time.
I do not hesitate
To say “Traffic stopped because of ducks”
Could YOU predict that?
Stupid fucks.