Bad day at the office 3



Here’s a little poem I wrote about the office where I work, at UK Cash Cowboys. From what I hear, a lot of people feel this way about their jobs. It’s a sad indictment of the things we need to do, just to stay clinging to the surface of this planet for a few decades, in the world capitalism has built for us. What a lousy fist humans have made of life. We think we’re the smartest species but sometimes I think a bug would have a happier existence than most of us. How dumb is that? It’s just a short poem. Nothing really. A doodle. It’s called 5.30pm.




I do a little fist pump inside

Another day chalked off

On the cell wall

Wishing my life away

Longing for the day I retire

So I don’t have to work

In shitholes like this

Each day feels like a prison sentence

Weekends I get out on parole

Then Mondays banged up again


There’s some good people

Mostly the other cons I work with

But the warders

Who run this joint

Arrogant, high-handed bunch

Of corporate tossers

You wouldn’t piss on them

If they were on fire



To UK Cash Cowboys plc


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Bad day at the office 2

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Bad day at the office 2


When I was a little boy

I wanted to be a fighter pilot

Then a locomotive driver

In my teens I wanted to be a rock star

In my twenties an artist

My thirties, a writer 


I’ve ended up

Writing cheap junk mail and advertisements

Kissing corporate ass

At a soul-less bank


Some days I feel like an hour glass

Where the sand has almost run out


Now all I want to be

Is that little boy again







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Bad day at the office 1


Bad day at the office

Bad day at the office

In most companies you have to pretend
To be someone you’re not
To keep your job you have to lie
And eat shit
Every day of your life
Pretend to like people you hate
Corporate assholes who think they own your ass
But are really just your line manager
Nobodies who think the way to prove they’re somebody
Is to squash people underneath them
That’s how work works
From the day you quit school to the day you die
It’s as good as it gets
God only knows how such a dumb species came to rule over this planet


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