Employee Blues Poem by Andrus Cassian

Sound the sirens, tell them to bring oxygen in their company
I'm overdosing on apathy, forcefully devouring justified anger
Sound the alarm, I'm just a volcano waiting to blow
I can't bury my head in sleep
the world has ordered all beds made of steel
my head full of lead
a magnet to the floor but a consistent bell nailed to the door
I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
In the monologue I've written for myself
the phrase that protrudes the most
yet the ears it needs to pierce
go on about their day while I bear the brunt of my words
in my blistered littered feet
shackles on my ankles
if they didn't want me to walk, they've been better off
taking a butcher knife to the shins
so I'd never talk again
but leave it to me to call it all my fault
embrace the flaws, force a smile
say I understand when I may
still not excusing the fact
that it's been my face on target they've been shooting darts at
numbering the days 'till I leave
If I go down, I'm going down in handcuffs
It's been four months shy of a year
sound the sirens cause I'm throwing merchandise
sound the sirens cause I'm knocking over shelves
sound the sirens cause I'm shouting 'till my lungs collapse from aggravation
call the ambulance, call the ambulance, CALL THE AMBULANCE!
I've caught the case of American Blues
I've caught the case of Ambulance Anxiety
because I can't excuse how this corporate society plan
has me by the throat, a death grip
I could transform into a masked vigilante
in full bat-like attire, fight my way out but beneath the mask
I'd be the same villain I'm fighting against
so who am I really fighting
Corporations or poverty?
Don't listen to me, don't take this to heart
who am I kidding
just raise your fist in agreement
if you're suffering from the Ambulance Anxiety of American Blues
an employee who's just had enough of their job too