Malefic Procedure Condescending Managers

Dearest Leaders,

    Suffer the world under your toxic protocol eye verbal stare willingly abusive witness blind feet of the silent bottom of the employment totem blunt pole of blunt three month force(d) moral defunct parole, A broken engine blood  down 100% production induced enslavement procedure to follow, Lest you fail the spineless 90 deficit theatre of scrutinizing attention employment parole days.

     How were you given the opportunity to over sea people, when you have no soft people skills? Don't explain yourself, I'm not dull, University educated yet treated as witless, by the must be brown nose adopted staff managerial infected greed children of the cosmic hive profit mind alignment. Don't dare you begin to tell me the story of how long you've been with the company, that you deserve to be where you are. Nothing matters beyond your nose unless its the grotesque bear form ass of your boss, especially employees below your social malignant stigma intolerance status.

   Dire circumstance dice snake tattooed slave roll epidermis undeniably desperate to feed its sons and daughters, Existing in the deluge of amputated shameless conscience man morality hole down managerial bleed out staff, Troll under the secret 90 day employment parole bridge, Stealing all its subordinate marionette's liberty, Replacing it with a conscious green over black screen matrix text sedation hyper everyone must click link. All the while saluting a god wearing Gucci greed goggles who stores folders of fodder's files in a Prada leather gas burden of the manifest destiny profit blessed bag.

     It is a thousand  leaps and toxic foot print bounds that you've found your way into this managerial role! A swollen God Damned the world inside your swollen buzzard all must procedurally follow the status bloated quo plague example of your hand chain of me command mouth spouting hate blame the victim speech tongue regurgitating hateful spite intolerance straight from your vulture skeletal white husk cross tattooed gut.

     How do you live with your intolerable self in the mirror? Are you so blind in how you treat the puppets at your feet... Do you not see the fear for their ability to feed their families behind their servitude eyes as they twelve hour shift a day work as slaves for meagre wages... Does nothing give your gut an awful feeling?

     I get it, you've been complacent in this position too long, 'Manager' is now built in. You can't see it now graft to the failure that is your personality. It's a hard confession pill of a rock to swallow, the fact that atonement's clause will never be yours. For those who lead are held in higher accounts than those who serve, even if you won't admit it, we are now more educated, adaptable and better at your job than you'll ever malignantly cancerously be... Because you're stuck in an ancient vibe of process that's no longer necessary, save for the corporations that desire their 'any office to coffee shop hive space' to be filled with drones, everyone exactly the sedated same. Silly really.

In earnest anticipation of,
Our Freedom