The leather is subdued,
kept to belts, purses, shoes.
All good workers learn to kneel,
take the beatings without a squeal.
“Thank you master,” you must say
when managers take pensions and benefits away.
“Be thankful you still have a job,” is what you hear
while budget projections are rammed up your rear.
“No raises this year. Some reductions may occur.
Increase production you lazy curs.”
We bear the stripes upon our backs,
kiss the boots and grovel home,
still blind and proud in our American faith
in truth, justice and the marketplace.