Dress Code

Dress Code

A 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 
                                   your dreaming"
is the message they chanted at me.

Come now!

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
                                  I've chopped
                                        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
                                does not
                                         understand,
that dreams are mine and so is my body.
I control my thought.
I decide my name.
No bulging logo on a company sign
                                makes me
                                        fall down
                                               and pray.


© 2011 Chris G. Vaillancourt



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I ray to no man no matter his perceived position of power over me...! I like this because it is very anti establishment, anti corporate agenda. Do your own thing and don't worry what others think of you...!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


It's great to see people speak out against corporate serfdom. The level of dehumanization engaged in these days is a bit crazy. More than a bit crazy. It's one thing to serve the interests of a business concern, as that's part of the employment contract but the stripping of individuality, the monitoring of ones social networks, activities (Mostly through social network sites) etc. goes WAY too far.

Your message is one for the thinkers, the dreamers and we do well to consider it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Absolutely great, made me laugh. A nice critique of today's society and companies.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Humorous and quick cut the point.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Awesome!!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Fanfuckingtastic. The hair on your balls bit made me smile. I can definitely relate. Good form.

Posted 1 Year Ago


OOHHH this Nana person....NEEDS TO SUCK A LEMON....Chris we know how much work you have put into yourwriting, we know your credibility with literary venues. YOU know...we love you...PFFFTTT. on everything else.(retracts claws)....^^

Posted 1 Year Ago


I am fairly new here but I find your work boring for lack of a better word,WHere is the beautiful verse? where is the story like no other? I mean no harm but afer reading so may stories ad works of quality and then looking over your resume I wonder who ruly wrote it. i can understand you just staring your thiought. But a bit of beauty wouldnt eouldnt hurt would it? Something original and unique perhaps There is nothing unique=e in copying events about a life.WHERE IS THE EMOTIONAL TIEs TO THE CHARCTER? The question is do you understand ? Or areyoy defensive?

Posted 1 Year Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Haha...i like it :)
It's nice how you talked about dress code in such an entertaining way.
The format of your poem is cool too/

Posted 1 Year Ago


yep totally agree....

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Chris G. Vaillancourt

Windsor, Ontario, Canada



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Over 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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