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Read Your Job Description

Read your job description :
Co-ordinate various departments to run smoothly
Collect taxes and decide which percentages to allocate
It is not rocket science, it is not charity
But you still fail to do that honestly
I pay you tax, and ask you to be fair
You make speeches, blatant lies, all your policies
Bear witness to the fact you do not care
Slow turning of the screw you call austerity

The lower class, the weak, the disabled are hammered
Your own kind are given even more toys
You spout vomit, and spin the truth for your profit
Shove a plug in it, read your job description
I pay you tax, to make your job easier
Create an environment for the economy to flourish
Create jobs so people can make an honest living
Provide for their families, and pay you more tax

Take a step back, read your job description
Do not tell us there are no more funds, your hands are tied
Defence, arm sales, national interest, national values
National diarrhoea, you want to stride the international stage
Pie in the sky for a jumped-up jerk-off
Office-wallah wannabe superstar who cannot act, sing, or dance
Go into politics — cameras, lights, flowery dialogue
No action, just words, lie after lie, to break the spirit

You little shit, it is not about your ‘legacy’
You are a pigme who breaks wind for a living
You stink to high heaven, pure and simple, there is no denying
Stick to the basics, read your job description;
Who do you think comes first? Me or you?
What’s more important? Your snowflake schemes?
Or me working, putting food on the table, taking care of my family
Raising my children, making possible all their dreams?
Get the picture? Or do you only get painting by numbers?

You are not qualified to make decisions on my life
You are not authorised to decide without my permission
I did not vote you in to misuse my tax money
Your job is limited to provide me with services I pay for
I voted you in to delegate certain tasks to you
Do not do me any favours, read your job description
I pay taxes left, right, centre, I cannot move
Without paying a tax, in return I want to remind you
( You seem to forget on a regular basis, or you fail
To even understand ) read your job description

Your pea brain finds it too hard to comprehend?
When I turn the tap I want water to flow
When I flick the switch I want the light on
When I turn on the gas to cook, turn on the power
To heat my home, run my gadgets — I pay bills
Make sure the road is smooth when I drive
Make sure the traffic lights function correctly
Make sure the schools, hospitals, welfare, are up to standard
The refuse collection, fire service, the police — I pay tax

Your pee brain finds it too hard to understand?
Make sure the shops are fully stocked with goodies
Make sure there is sport, drama, other nonsense to entertain
Keep me distracted, happy, well-fed, warm and comfortable
Your pot belly leads the way, read your job description

It is not about you or your legacy — it is my money
You have not reached the pinnacle of anything
You are only there to provide me with a service
Stroke me, soft soap to satisfy, I pay you tax
It is NOT you, it is all about ME
You are a public servant
I am the public, you are my servant
Do your frigging job — SERVE ME!!
Pigmy, read your job description
Or I will vote you OUT.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.