against the wall

the world is evil. it's true. and you love it. you bask in it.

i work. not because i need too. i never needed to do mushrooms either. with the same reasoning i tried working with illegal immigrants. let me report back from the reality i see:

the way it works is she can hold their pay and they can't do anything, not even feed themselves. it's slavery. i work for a slave master. she hides shit and says they stole it and she's not gonna pay them. she kills her koi and buys more with the money she's not giving them. she pays the white workers. she cycles through them like cattle. she pretends she cares about them and then she shits all over them and laughs it off. her dad's a drunk living in a giant moving van they're renting with the $11,000 they have saved up in the business account. when i discovered all this and told ceasar he didn't even react. he knows. i found out why he runs the company and works every weekend for $10 an hour. he smiles while she whips him because he has to take care of his daughters. slavery exists in a more real sense then you complaining about having to work at starbucks.

Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.

that fucking bitch exists and you don't even care
because everyone is racist.
this is what i'm up against.