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I feel nothing but contempt

I feel nothing but contempt, for the ignorance that I am not exempt.

I try to work hard and want the powers that be to appreciate me but, all they want to do is put me over a bench and fuck me.

They care for one person and one person only.  Maybe that's why life at the top must be so lonely.

They look at the bad and never the good. If they did, maybe they would give the guards some slack, like they know they should.

The more rules they make can only have one enviable end.  The more they make, the less you can bend.

If due to lack of sleep or general illness they make a mistake, there will be hell but, just remember you  will be fucked as well.

So stop changing things just because you can.  Why don't you ask them for suggestions if you think you're a man.

You may find that they know how it works and aren't a bunch of incapable jerks.

The moral of this poem is look after the man and keep them happy and they will show that they can.

Treat them with respect and not like gits and maybe, just maybe, maybe they'll give a shit.