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mcradloff

Ghoul Bus

I had this dream the other night
I was on this road and this bus pulled up
Come on board the decomposing bus driver said
So on I went with all the other ghoulish people
Some were mere skeletons
While others looked just like me
Still without rotting flesh
So the bus quickly became overcrowded
As more and more decomposing and not so much decomposing ghouls
Got on board
The bus would let you get off if you were still alive
As I was
So I got off this bus of death and rotting flesh
So i thought where did this dream come from?
Then the next day I saw the bus carrying the ghouls from Janesville
The ones who had threatened murder at my work place
Then it made sense to me
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Just another condition of working at a bad job, nightmares.
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mcradloff

What I heard

So you f@#$ed it up again!
Did you hear? A guy turned blue from an overdose!
A guy the color of your shirt threatened to kill the third shift manager
I got it fixed, now it's making me look like a liar
I haven't seen you go to the bathroom or get a drink today
How is your day going? I got the belts broke
Any body have any questions?
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Some random things heard at my job
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mcradloff

Milk

It is on it's way
Way cheaper milk coming from Canada
We won't have to pay those sky high prices Wisconsin dairy farmers want
Anything to save a buck or two
Or even three
So what price we will pay for our cheap milk?
The dairy industry is the backbone of many communities in Wisconsin
If they can't sell their milk anymore then all that money will stop flowing
Flowing into restaurants, Catholic schools, businesses of all sorts
It's just another story from our friends who brought us NAFTA
Bush wrote it up and Clinton passed it
Perot tried to stop it
He said you will hear a giant sucking sound going south
Well, it looks like there is going to be another giant sucking sound
This one will be going north!
To Canada!
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
I am really dreading all this crap with hard working people getting the shaft again and again and again. I've done some farm work in my past. These people really work their butts off to keep us all well fed.
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mcradloff

950 bucks

I was told at work by a temp worker
I'm gonna make 950 bucks this week
I get eight hours a day for working here
I also get four hours for riding on a bus from Janesville
So six days of work gets me 72 hours of pay
I told him I only made 400 dollars as a temp
40 hours at 10 dollars an hour
8 hours at 15 dollars an hour
Minus 120 dollars in taxes paid
Minus all the gas money and wear and tear on my car
But at least I don't have to ride on a bus
The word is out on the street that this is a really bad place to work
So they have to bus in 60 workers from 100 miles away
To make the parts
Because most people in my area won't work here
And I don't blame them one bit!
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
Imagine working at a job for years and finding out that a temp is making 400 dollars a week more than you are. That is just one of the many things that works me up and drives me crazy. This Trump health care plan would be great if everyone would be covered as good as people who are disabled or are in prison. Our health care system is a cruel joke!
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mcradloff

9 Days Left To Go

Come one
Come all
To the cheap crap give away!
Come to Kmart
You only have 9 days left to go
After that we won't be here any more
Neither will our many employees
Where will they go to find work to replace their jobs here?
Maybe they'll go to a factory job
Where they'll work long hours in dangerous conditions
With dangerous mean people
Backstabbers, bullies, and gossipers
Oh my!
So come real soon
Our three temps are holding signs to remind you
That you only have nine days left to get 70% off stuff!
Kmart is closing on March 20, 2017
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
It is so darn cruel out there. All these jobs that come and go. It just seems to get crueler every year. The wages go down and prices go up and these money lending places are making a killing off of this dying consumer. I've seen more humanity with a bunch of crows picking at a dead squirrel on the road!
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mcradloff

Super Bowl Commercial

It can be hard to know when you need a new job
As a rule if you hate going to work every day
It may be time
If you hate going to work every day
And your coworkers don't respect you
It may be time
If you hate going to work every day, your coworkers don't respect you
And you wish you were somewhere else
It may be time
If you hate going to work every day, your coworkers don't respect you
You wish you were somewhere else
And you cry constantly
It may be time
If you hate going to work every day, your coworkers don't respect you
You wish you were somewhere else, you cry constantly
And you daydream of punching small animals
It may be time
If you hate going to work every day, your coworkers don't respect you
You wish you were somewhere else, you cry constantly
You daydream of punching small animals
And you sit next to this guy
It may be time
If you make loads of money
It may not be time
But if you make loads of money, you hate going to work
No one respects you
You wish you were some where else
You cry constantly
You daydream of punching small animals
And you sit next to this guy
It's probably time
As a rule
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Could say this is my favorite super bowl commercial. I have every one of these, except for punching small animals!
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mcradloff

Hit The Road Jack!

Hit the road Jack!
And don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
What you say?
Oh employer oh employer don't treat me so mean
You're the meanest employer that I've ever seen
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go
Now boss now boss don't you treat me this a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do, all is understood
You want too much money and that ain't no good
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go
Hit the road Jack
And don't you come back no more!
Don't you come back no more!
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
Possible job cuts have been announced where I work some time next year. This song has been playing in my head since. The original is by Ray Charles.
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mcradloff

Minimum Wage

What if there was a worldwide minimum wage of 15 dollars an hour?
What would someone in Vietnam or China make in a year?
So let's multiply it out
15 hour work day times seven days a week equals 105 hours
Let's say they also get time and a half after 40 hours
So the first 40 hours would equal 600 dollars
The next 65 hours would equal 1,462.5 dollars
Add them together and you get 2,062.5 dollars
Multiply that out times 52 weeks and you get 107,250 dollars
What do they get now?
It's around a dollar an hour with no overtime
So they get 105 dollars a week and 5,460 dollars a year
Where does the 101,790 dollars a week go?
What do the owners of these companies do with all that money?
How much do you really need to be comfortable at their expense?
When is Michael Jordan going to go to Nike and demand good pay?
Probably not too soon as he just became a billionaire this year
Off of shoes made by neglected workers making a dollar an hour
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
I was listening to a cd book by Glenn Beck and had to go to a different cd that didn't deal with the minimum wage debate. Are there employers out there that believe as I do that workers should be properly taken care of?
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mcradloff

Job Rap

Toasting a bun
Making a pickle run
Could you please
Get me more cheese
They need this today so
Get me more mayo
I got to be careful with the blade so
I'm slicing a tomato
Don't cook that patty too long underneath
Or the old lady will be saying where's the beef?
I'm not getting rich
Cause I'm making a sandwich
Fast food fast food
I'm in the mood
For more and more food
Fast food fast food
Forget about that diet so
I'll make it a combo
Fries Fries
Gotta get more ketchup
Don't forget the soda
I'm eating in my Toyota
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
I used to work at Hardee's from 1988- 1993. I was so disgusted with the job and the low pay I didn't even give a two week notice. I just walked in and placed my uniforms on the counter and left. The average fast food worker will stay on for about four months. I stayed four years and four months.
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sexfetish

... funny as well ; as good"

No kinder place to hang it up well made funny as well ;as good" at night good at the fight good as breakfast in bed at midnight...funny as well; as good is that you can see it in your life and living in an infatuation why do I need you here and there and why do they think they have the right to change it up and get some???
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Posted: Oct 2015
About this poem:
This notion had been inspired by a single day of events
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