Welcome to the future:
Here’s your mundane, monotonous slog of a job.
Enjoy it, and most of all
Be grateful
You’re lucky to have this minimum wage opportunity
This chance to get stuck on the bottom rung
And stay there
Unless you put your hand up
And volunteer to swallow this shit
And then ask for more
Alternatively,
You can beg for approval
A sign that you are worth something
From a row of shiny twats
With more money than God
And less humanity than a fucking lamppost
They are (now) the new Gods:
To be closer to them
Is to be more like them
Only the closer I get,
The sicker I feel
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