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!