Bread and Butter
The times, this world, its people, Their dreams, its pursuit, the means, Everything changed; save one - The Boss, and his Bread and Butter. "Stretch", "Fun", "Extra-curricular", And other belittling synonyms stamped, On creative releases, sucking bone dry Sap of life, for want of Bread and Butter. Resource: digital age neolithic men, women. Perk: shiny new bridle to match the sheen, Of sweat and blood on the ass's face. Compensation: to make hay even when sun's out. Why must I disrespect my makers, With decades and millions invested on me, In a pathetic pursuit of paltry happiness, and Bread and Butter, which starves my soul? It craves caviar!