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!

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