When the night is but done and the darkness is fading,
The alarms sound to summon the soldiers in waiting.
They all rub their eyes and proceed to the center, to be
Told what to do by the sup, the guru, the tormentor.
Bottom blue, middle green, with the boxline attacking,
the tormentor screams faster, and no no no no no stacking,
As the troops all wrap up stuffing things in the cars,
With accordion boxes and tires and steel bars.
The generals gather to review former losses,
great emperor spoke that they’re terrible bosses,
The coven is dark as they pool their resources,
Today’s race must be won, with 20 less horses
Now the troopers arrive like a big sea of brown
And take up their weapons and gather around
For today’s PCM , today’s battle plan, the guru
Speaks loud, he’ a much better man.
It seems we're least best and we have to do better,
if we all don’t run scratch, we’ll all get a letter.
The grinches the creeps and the wanna be Eskews
That kill you with with work and won’t come to the rescue,
the scammers and cheaters 12 hour day arrangers,
the liars ,back stabbers and the time card changers.
Ok my abuser, my sup my oppressor,
show me how its done, and that you can do better,
I think you will find I work hard every day,
All I ask is a fair days work for a fair days pay.