Catch Up Girl

I got raise for giving this to my boss a few years ago...

I'm sick of living in a catch up world
Smeared between bread
Trying to make ends meet

I'm sick of being your go-Friday girl
It doesn't matter if I kiss your a*s or feet

Working my bones to dust, going home dead


I'm sick of taking your Lexus to the dealer
for service
in between your high brow exclusive club meetings

Sick of the way a mechanic in a tie
Looks down on me while exchanging greetings
I want a high powered suit
And a luxury car of my own

I'm sick of not having enough rent
or a place I call my home
I'm sick of waiting till Christmas
For a few thousand dollar bonus
That only gets used to pay bills
Because some collector keeps reminding me,
"You've missed payments"

I'm sick of taking care of you
Making sure you're out the door
In order to get home for your family dinner
While I stay late working
Spring, Summer, fall and winter

I'm sick of rearranging my life
Just so your wife
Can sleep comfortably at night

I hope you accept this poem
As a demand for a raise
If not, consider it a resignation
I want money, not anymore praise!

Author's Note

me, being silly

Reviews

[Jibey]

Let him have it good and strong! lol

[there is no more from m..]

an amazing poem well done

[Sandra X]

I luv this! The "smeared between bread' got me.

[Christopher Todd Dallas]

One of the best rants I have ever read.
You can't get a raise if you work pro bono.

[Ed Hart]

After you finished your 9.5 hours on Saturday, how many did you put in on Sunday?
I guess my real question is, how much extra world are you carrying? Or, if you're worth more than two (which you are), why are you.........? (You know you are top tier in my heart...)

[Emily B]

but you got a raise for it!!!!

that's pretty awesome :)