Yeah, yeah – it was me, not you,
but I still blame you.
I toiled until my elbows gave way.
I toiled for myself
and you benefited from all I gave.
You only saw another drone.
I shouldn’t have been surprised
that the corporate mentality kicked in.
Here where dollars reign.
Demoted to self-service checkout,
I carved a new little kingdom
where I let thieves get away.
Fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you.
I’ll never go back, never see your face again.
Content that you’re just someone else’s drone.
“Treat people like shit, and that’s what you get” is the phrase that comes to mind with this poem, which I know from the song Deadhead by Crass. Woolworths is where these events took place. Hence the title.
Shared with an AllPoetry contest:
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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
