when –

it gets to you,
when your job leaves you
exhausted, degraded and broke,
just remember what it was like
when you were looking for work,
remember how
exhausted, degraded and …
ok, so basically
it was the same, yeah
but hey – at least you pay taxes now!
at least you have the right to complain now!
unless you work in a shop of course
in which case, sorry, but fuck you:
so say
the slave driver workshy companies
and the slave driver workshy public
that exhaust and degrade you
for the privilege
of paying their taxes for them,
even when you’re broke.
damn. really? that’s REALLY the social set-up you have? damn.
I wouldn’t blame you
for chucking the Molotov
at something,
at anything or anyone
when it gets to you,
even if it gets to you
all the time
because it is
so here,
drink this bottle of vodka while I look for my matches.

we’re hiring!

she hands me her C.V.
and there’s nothing on it:
it says she was born
that she likes computer games, and
that’s about it.
I know she won’t get the job,
poor thing
fresh out of school
but instantly stale
with a lack of experience

my own C.V. is too big,
pages and pages of temp jobs
in all sorts of places
up and down the country:
no one trusts me anymore

employers don’t account
for people moving around
to avoid people

people like them

who judge us
for having too
or too
with equal prejudice,
you know?

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