Friday, August 30, 2013

We'll Get Em Next Time

I didn't get the promotion.
The fix was in.

And after that
the birds sang horribly,
my clothes weren't fitting well,
all the traffic lights were red
there were more women disinterested in me,
than usual.

I didn't get the promotion.
A consequence of speaking up-
when it was the right thing to do.

They had fired
one poor bastard already,
for speaking up.

Nobody wanted to be next.

But I wasn't

I was scared shitless
the kinda of way, you don't anyone to remember
I spoke up anyways-
everyone else stayed quite

(and I don't blame them).
As a consequence,
I didn't get the promotion,
the bosses best friend did-

We'll get 'em next time.

For a mans worth is what he thinks it is,
I think pretty damn highly of myself.

Sure, I didn't win,
(But hot damn)
I sure as Hell didn't lose either.

the birds will sing beautifully,
my clothes will fit well,
all the traffic lights will all be green.
The women will bat their lashes, fold up their parasols
drop their handkerchiefs.


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