politeness is shatter proof glass
stoicism is your splatter-guard
when the shit hits the fan you're covered
by the same dynamic i am smothered
stick your politeness up your arse
you expect me to come out of this unscarrred?
tell me, what have you been smoking?
because you have to be joking
i mean, for fuck's sake, you know where i am
and what it is that i've been through
your pretense at caring is a useless sham
i think you need a seeing to
but no, i know that threatens my future chances
you have to engage in these frustrating dances
of etiquette around the real meat of the subject
that i am just another wage slave you'll neglect
who cares? the cheque in the mail is duty discharged
the narrow flare of anger has been enlarged
and then some part of me starts to grow
and says what's the point of anger? go with the flow
what a fucking cop-out, what a loser, what a jinx
the manager has no trouble saying what he thinks

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