Death to My Charitable Nature

Slaving for corporate america only to be given a t-shirt that says
"Sold my soul to the man and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."
Disgusted by the mistreatment by the corporate pig machine
Churning out my integrity like thin bacon strips
Trying to kiss the slimy feet of the greed ridden schmucks
Flipping the switch but they flash another toothless grin
Literally with the 98 percent of their teeth missing
Disgusted by the brutality and the rudeness of my peers
They ask for help and then spit on it once they get it
Screw them and their inexperienced arrogance
I'll have a fit if one of the those jackasses becomes my boss
I'll never give them the time of day ever again
Their cliques with their fellow society snobs
Make the acidic bile in my stomach burn the linings of every organ
Next time they can forget every talking to me
Because I never help people who sass me behind my back
When I'm still in the room, at least 10 feet from the culprit
The shocking nerve of that will never be forgiven
Ever
Now that I'm no longer willing to lend anyone a hand.