STRIKE

STRIKE

A Poem by Randy Johnson

The way I run my business is something my employees don't like.
Just because I do them dirty sometimes, they go out on strike.
They're on strike now because I cut out their coffee breaks.
Last week, they took me for a drive and threw me in a lake.
They decided to go on strike because I shut the heat off during the winter.
They shoved a block of wood up my a*s and now my a*s is full of splinters.
Three years ago, they went out on strike just because I gave them a cut in pay.
One of my employees just broke my foot with a cinder block, I've had better days.
When my employees look at me, they have hate in their eyes and they want to kill.
They want me to treat them better but they should know by now that I never will.

© 2019 Randy Johnson


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Added on April 4, 2019
Last Updated on April 4, 2019
Tags: Comedy, Employees, Fiction, Funny, Strike

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Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson

TN



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I was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..

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