Boss Man

Every so often I look at my past
To the lowest point in my life
Working for a man like you
Laying in the back seat of my truck
Watching the rain running down my window
Matching the tears run down my face
Huddling in my old oil stained jacket
Enjoying what you call a break in hiding
Heating a tuna can and stale nachos. Dinner
Contemplating if I will make it through tonight
When I clock out, swallow more pills and booze
But none of that compares to the hatred of you
The devil incarnate, in a clever disguise. My boss

Days in and days out I was your little “bitch”
Took their toll, but eventually it all paid off
Abused, misused, abandoned and misguided daily
Walking all over me and your fellow man with pride
Neglecting our safety with faulty equipment you won’t fix
The blade so close to my wrist as you only further assist
Try to twist my morals, “RIP THEM OFF ITS OKAY!”
Fuck the naive customers, just line my pockets
Sleepless nights of haunting regret and shame
Has led me to my addictive demise to numb the pain
You dangle my livelihood over my head, tease me
Each clock in wondering if it’s my last day, dead or Alive

You’ll never know the joy of turning in my 2 weeks
Moving on with my life, finally doing something to better it
Helping people in a loving, fair and safe environment
Yet you wouldn’t be happy for me, try to sabotage it. FAIL
I could see through that bullshit and so can everyone else
Brighter days have yet to come for myself, a sigh of relief
As you drown in your sea of never ending problems
Karma is coming mother fucker, eternal hell is in store for you
Because I’m no longer going to stand by and play the sucker