by Kevin Crosby
with contributions from Hitch Hiker
Do you wear a leash to work? I know many of you do as part of your uniform they call a suit, in colors like black and blue. With a noose wrapped tightly around your neck cutting off blood into your brain, it seems you sunk into the love of money which makes so many of you insane.
Once upon a time ago a hat came with the kit — a bowler, fedora, or whatever — it was the suits that saw them fit. Now when I was working at a high tech firm watching suits come and go after a crap, I never did once see them wash their hands when shaking them is matter of fact.
It really does disgust me this ever-flowing love of cash, the power tripping folks insulting us as Liberal when world peace is where it’s at. If you can actually understand this rant with that silk tied round your neck, then praise the lord bejeebus for all the social satire Simpsons cracks.
And curse society for want of females to don their clown-gear makeup, red lips, and big shoes. No wonder so many spend all their time primping before they hit the booze.
To schmooze they tell us to network plenty for it’s who we know not what’s in our head. They insist one has experience, but not too much or your résumé won’t be read.