What Work is: Book 1

Looking down and around
The bowl of a toilet
Led me to think
That women are just as capable of expressing
What I call the “3 D’s”:
Dangerous, deadly and disgusting.
And when you have more women employees
At one store that use the restroom,
The odor of past excrements rebounds and lingers.

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Let’s just call this business
That the cleaning is done for at the moment
Best Cheapos.
They sell better vacuums at times
But yet settle for the dusty
Ancient vacuums
Where nozzles hook off on their own
3 to 4 times.
If this brand was suppose to be
“The best” for them,
Why couldn’t it even suck up
The littlest of particles
Possibly no bigger than an inch?
Imagine worker union strikes
Picketed over cheap assed
Vacuums that takes 20 minutes at a time
To push and hover around
A small area already vacuumed.

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What I really hate the most
From other people
Is when they think I’m in a bad mood
Because I “look” angry.
I can’t help the schizoaffective part
As much as I can’t change my brain
To stop being depressed, or worryful
Or anxious or built the damn
To keep crazy thoughts out.

Especially when I get REALLY angry,
Then Heaven help everyone.
Cause there’s nothing more
I would like than put the heads
Of one of the Best Cheapos security on a pole.
Thinking they get off my making us
Work like ass-hauls
Because they want their precious,
Same based paid employees to
Scrub toilets or scrap gum off carpets
Because of other ass holes
Who must’ve been pigs in another life.
And when holiday hours are over,
They are DAMN over, no if’s, and’s or but’s
You don’t keep your own damn business clean
So why bust an ass if we don’t it
The way you damn want to?

And I don’t care who are the pigs
(Even after I’m done here)
We’re all entitled to have that
Seeing that humans being are dirty and filthy
And I’m including myself in that
Because I know I’m not 100% clean,
So don’t any one of you get any ideas
That I’m venting for no reason.
I have a damn good reason to be.

Another thing that pisses me off;
Outside of where I’m living,
Is people that slam the damn doors on a shaky house.
I’ve done it myself, don’t get me wrong,
But when it happens and I’m not in a bad mood
Will turn that right around and have me
Breaking her head ON THAT door.

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No one has any idea how much it hurts
When it happens.
No idea.
And just when I get those feelings,
Others say they are not true.
True for who? For them then?
If they ran the world,
We would all be in trouble.
And yet, one loyal co-worker
Not affiliated with Cheapos
Said I was yelled at.
Oh, I know I was bombarded
With a nasty attitude of someone’s;
At least Best Cheapos will get what’s coming to it.

For now, their store card has been cut up,
No longer a member or store-goer
For their store or any other store
That bares their cheap logo.
No more will gifts or items
I will accept from them.
Others stores would be worthier
Of my dollar and other people’s dollars
As far as I know;
Assuming they’re not a clone in disguise.
And if other stores have a problem,
I’ll gladly say the responsibility
Lies on the one store circuit in town
That felt they’re better than cleaners
Because they don’t have to clean,
Get down on their hands and knees
For their precious store.
If anything, I would be glad the robbers
Who are also disenfranchised
In the area stole from them,
So they know what it feels like
To be left off in the rough,
Then will see if they’ll be on their high horse.
And if possible, shunned away
And stuck up the ass-hauls they rode in on.