Reading harold_maude's journal

In order to prevent a complete melt down on my part the following is dedicated to my manager and all the other piss heads out there who don't give a fuck about anything but the bottom line, ie money money money.

What dreams and ambitions that true souls have
are smothered and burried
among the thorns that brainless senseless animals
in their tidy gorish grin stained face lay before our path
to confuse and delay common sense
and then with ponderous eyes demand explaination
and ignor the cries of the frustrated
who would change things and make the road easier to walk.
To those who laugh and with peevish tone
remind with constant finger shaking
that's the way the world is
to them I give this gift
no, a mere wish that upon their heads would fall
the weight of what I and others like me feel
when stopped and demanded of
so that in what we do we apear fools.
If that is the desired effect oh greedy man
then give me a jesters cape and crown
to act the fool and there I will sit
stuid and blank for your amusment
you have no understanding no common sense
you have no reason to give me
other than this is the way things are.
I know better. I know that it's not the way things are
all over, just here.
and why? Because you have no heart.
And money is your bed fellow. And by your hand
the worker weeps and dreams of escape.
You sit among your this's and that's
and wonder why no one stays. why there is no change.
I can tell you with no hesitation.
It's because of you.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.