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Welcome to the first day of your new job,
You've got no one to blame but yourself, don't blame God,
You're in college, or finished,
your fancy “degree” couldn't get you the career you desired,
Had sex at a young age, too early,
Had kids, but don't know who's the daddy,
worked hard all your life, now you're old, pension ain't enough,
or a high school dropout, learning the real world is tough,
then this is totes the place for you

You'll be working many, many, many days,
hours are long, labor is hard, time goes slow,
and wages are low,
not bad, but good enough to barely survive
Don't like it?
Then, quit.
Get another job, we'd like to see you try.
We'd replace you before you can ask why,
with a young kid, immigrant, or perhaps a machine,
you're just cheap labor anyway, see?
you're trash, you failure, loser, sl*t, whore,
that's all you ever will be, nothing more
As for us, the management?
we're in the office watching you break a sweat,
It's fun to watch you all slave over hot fryers,
making fries, chicken, and burgers,
or in department stores, picking up clothes,
helping young teens, ladies, and old women find outfits,
staying up all night, cleaning up after customers,
or waiting tables, in a fine restaurant, diner, or dive,
dependent on tips to survive,

You make up the majority of the workforce,
you are where you are, it's your fault of course,
you need the cash, we got it,
you gotta work for it, kid,
mom and pop told you about gods and clods,
You're the clod, forever working a McJob
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Submitted on July 03, 2014

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