Individual

A poem

by

chris condello

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The day of the individual has come and gone…
Now were programmed to be corporate pawns…
We will work until were blind dumb or dead…
Fighting for crumbs while the big wigs break bread…

There will always be someone just a little bit cheaper…
Computers replace man like the fucking grim reaper… 
A corporate soldier that’s been assigned a code…
So the company can determine your financial load…

This is not a world where I could coexist…
I’m too much of a shit that just wants to resist…
I ask too many questions and look for blame…
At minimum wage we are one and the same…

 Resistance is futile and our futures are bleak…
 The only hope is the independence we seek…
 Depending on nature is depending on your self… 
Not paying the standard rate for food off the shelf…

 Stand up for your most basic of human rights…
 Food in the cupboard and children’s night lights…
 Anything extra is for the corporate class…
 Lack of food is one way they own your ass…

 Pay a living wage to make sure we get to work… 
Eat with your hands because a fork is a perk…
 Subsistence pay is a form of human slavery…
 But in the corporate world it’s a sign of bravery…

 College degrees in hand like the soldier boy…
 Sent out across the land like the generals toy…
 Don’t be another fool or a disposable tool…
 Our lives depend on principles that each of us rule…

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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello .

http://chriscondello.wordpress.com .

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 ME and the Boss

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