bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
bichoose
bichoose

Friday 19th June 2015.

For some tis but the start of weekend..bless'em..for others it is the name only...as the work saddle will howl in the dawn light...chew over their pockets to slip a few coins in  a bla tinkle..there was a time when Saturday drew rich pay..over the years management have opened their underpants and shat all over those whom work on such a day....if there was such a road of blame where would it lay them for riding such a monster in those precious hours or us for just shrugging our shoulders and accepting it..they will tell you stories of the boat people, be gratefull..think your self lucky, as they spin out of the gates in four wheel drives...if you look closely across this land take a mind of the soaps on the dirty screen tucked in the palour corner..and really look at the brick work one can see that this has been going on since the first day of the industrial porcelian god bared its cheecks and broke wind...my working days are approaching the end...whom i feel so sad about is those sat in the classrooms today now...So Goeth...
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