Workplace Hoe

Some employers make their employees feel like prostitutes....

I wake up in the A.M.; put my makeup on just so,
I fall into the flow while smelling good from head to toe,
I make it to the strip that's AKA the workplace though,
just talkin how I feel it; yes I am a workplace hoe.

From 9 to 5 I hit the street my high heels click to beat,
can't do a thing to keep from getting blisters on my feet,
I do what Daddy says because my children get to eat,
but all of that amounts to all the dicks between my teeth.

I snort cocaine to ease the pain and drink to flush and rinse,
if it don't make no dollars Daddy says it don't make sense,
if I don't bring in dough then Daddy disciplines my a*s,
with B.S. written warnings that should exit in the trash.

My scheduled breaks prevent me being tired and strung out,
I'm sodomized so often that my a*****e's all hung out,
I tuck it in again you see cause Daddy doesn't care,
but I won't dare to tell him that I think it wasn't fair.

I get some paid time off but I must work the hours planned,
and Daddy gets so mad if I come when the hour hand's,
a second past the 12 fa sho there would be hell to pay,
plus snitching is encouraged cause you have to tell to play.

I still can be promoted with no warnings adding up,
but even that's not etched in stone cause Daddy's math just sucks,
he'll look the other way; don't give a ragin Cajun's f**k,
he's quick to blaze you up then in the next breath ask "whasup".

I don't do documentaries; I'm not on HBO,
in spite what Daddy says and feels I'm not a lazy hoe,
I go out on the frontlines every day and get it done,
yet all the raise I'm worth to him is 31 plus 1 (that's cents) .

I'm bent up, out of shape, incensed and plus I'm plain annoyed,
cause Daddy only sees me as a f****n playing toy,
unless I hit the lottery I'll walk the workday slow,
I shake my a*s for cash so yes, I am a workplace hoe.

©2010
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

This piece was inspired by job and goes out to all the working stiffs like me....