Indentured Servant

What can you do?  What can you say?

You work like a slave for minimum wage.

Working two jobs but they pay you for one

And dare you to leave until all the work is done

You swallow your voice and smile nice and bright

And pray to God to give you the might

The will, the strength, to keep your lips zipped

Knowing your boss is an insane little trip

No, a vacation describes your boss to a tee

His mind is around the world; his head beneath the sea

He said no, but swore he said yes

Communication subpar and anyone’s guess

Every day you feel as if you’re walking on eggshells

Eight hours a day in your own little hell

Decreasing your benefits only because he can

And if you want your job, you won’t take a stand

Because there’s plenty of people willing to work for half the pay

And they’ll say, “thank you massa” for minimum wage

When you’re on your knees and feeling blessed that you’re employed

Brushing off the day’s nonsense even though you’re annoyed

Remember, it’s an employer’s market now, but this too shall pass

The season will change; this whipped economy won’t last

Employers will lose good workers for being an ass

While asking for bailouts and stashing their cash

Yes, tides will turn as they always do

Light will shine hard on the employers who betrayed you

They’ll have their turn of disdain and shame

But try very hard not to wish them any pain

For soon it will again be an employee’s market

And you’ll no longer be treated like an indentured servant