Fleshies
He Gots No Job
You're wearing that nice suitAll pinstriped and clean cut just below the kneeBlouse ruffled professionallyDo you feel free?Do you make enough money?You can slam yourself Into that hard glass ceiling RepeatedlyDo you wanna shave your head,Make a shirt from the hair,Put it into a decorative box,And give it to your boss or your boyfriend?Do you want more?Did someone call you a slave or a whore today?Because we live in a time when you can be bothAll in the same afternoonHas he got no job?Did you ever work to support that slob?Would it be better to be all alone?So how does it feel to push like mad to get aheadAnd still be somebody's bitch at the end of the day?How does it feel?I'll never know
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