Dress CodeA Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
They told me there's a dress code
for the honour of working here.
They told me that my heart and soul
now belong to the big company.
"Because you get a pay-cheque
we control every aspect of
is the message they chanted at me.
Have they lost their collective minds?
I stand a man, fully grown.
This I can tell from the hair
on my balls.
I'll do my best to try to understand
your odd ideas.
Seemingly you believe that
in working for you
out my mind.
Tell me how to talk and how to dress,
how to wear my underwear.
The very nerve of such a thought
boggles my brain!
I'm surprised that your corporate rock
that dreams are mine and so is my body.
I control my thought.
I decide my name.
No bulging logo on a company sign
© 2011 Chris G. Vaillancourt
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on June 14, 2011
Last Updated on June 14, 2011
Chris G. Vaillancourt
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
AboutOver 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Wi.. more..
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