With apologies to Duck in the Truck. Enjoy. ;)
This is Mike, thinking of going on strike.
This is his manager (not giving a fuck),
And this is the office where Mike becomes stuck.
This is the schedule that drags Mike down.
This is the pay - makes him look like a clown.
This is Pat who, from his desk,
Moans at the world: "This is grotesque."
This is the push of Pat and Mike,
And this is the manager that tells them to pike.
This is the owner, driving home in his van:
"We're losing money, but let's give all to Japan!"
This is the talk of angry Pat and Michael:
"I won't leave now!" "It's a vicious cycle!"
This is the quiet as they think what to do.
"Got it!" says Pat, "I will bid you adieu!"
This is the crunch and mess and suck,
As Mike exrticates himself out of the muck.
This is the push - and the harrowing scene -
As Mike and Pat sell Mike's washing machine.
This the happy, sleepy owner,
Relaxing at work and caressing his boner.
This is his ear, that hears Mike's polite pout:
"This is my notice; one month, and I'm out!"
This is the ingenious owner's plan:
"I'll hire as many gaijins as I can."
This is the push at the rear once again.
These are the shouts as the school takes the strain.
These are the wheels finally turning.
This is the budget finally burning.
This is Mike on his bike, pedalling fast,
Away, to the airport, unstuck at last!
This is Mike, flying home with his luck,
Leaving the manager, owner, et al. -
Stuck in the muck.
I LOVE!!!! some very obvious rhymes that only serve to make the less obvious more impressive. great rhythm... just ... great.
Oh, if only I could subsist on such compliments! Thank you, MLP. Though the poet is mostly a selfish beast, an appreciative audience does make the process feel worthwhile, at times.
Do you think... one could subsist on sexual discharge?
No, one cannot; and I think you mean "release," not "discharge."
Having been recently subjected to fairly limited living conditions (for a lower middle-class whiteboy) I have to say that basic subsistence requires three things: food, shelter and friendship.
Sexual release is only sought once these prerequisites have been supplied. Trust me, if you haven't eaten for a couple of days, sex is the last thing on your mind.
Also, as un-idealistic as it sounds, more often than otherwise, self-actualisation (i.e. art, poetry, and so on) also rarely comes on an empty stomach (at most, vague shapes appear - but does the artist have the energy to put them together into something meaningful?).
Although pain drives one to create, food, I think, is the biggest necessity of man. I never thought that I could think for a whole day about a huge piece of sashimi, a juicy pizza or a Big Mac, all else faded, pushed into the background by my need to eat.
P.S. I am beginning to suspect that really hungry people sublimate or project their sexual feelings onto culinary objects, i.e. thinking that you are masturbating to a mental image of a hot chick (or whatever your fetish may be), you are actually masturbating to, let's say, a delicious plate of curry rice.