Don't Know What To Do For The Best

Snapped back so your lips touch the heel,
just a honest day’s work,
perspiring from the feel,

motionless at the thought that,
announcing something to your family,
might ignite conversation,
happy chat,
the abode around the camp fire,
prescribing tales of the day,
ourselves eagerly clasping the syllables,
laughing at the cocky bits,
how you showed them all,

grand towering father figures,
held fast by the strain,
someone’s always holding them back,
that prick of a boss,
the cunts of management,
“If I had my way it would be a whole lot different.”

Tell us more father,

“Obvious training for the boys.”
Regardless of HR’s decision?
“Of course. They don’t bloody think about the workforce.”
How would they make any money for themselves?
“On hands and knees like ourselves.”
But father surely a decision would have to be debated?
“You’re sounding a lot like them!”

Don’t know what to do for the best,
Join a union,
[ ] tick the box and rejoice!
Lots of handshaking,
The fear of redundancy,
As well as fear of success,

Ask what you can do to someone.
A career advisor covers their eyes,
Batch of new arrivals demand something extra,

The banks have their oils in the fish market,
You swim and feed,
Bask in the glory of your account,
Cheeks never full, stomach never empty,
But the head never fully withdrawn.