In our group we know only lash,
they do not apply here 'spice cake' policy.
They are whipping and by words lash us
so that our deadlines were appropriate.
Master-class for painting of a lash,
horsehair and the knife for circumcision,
Hang it near your table, everyone,
so that to remember penance sweetmess.
I will paint you beautiful, my lash,
And my boss will look with it so well,
Because it is lashes that I like
more than any painted gingerbreads.
The white icing in the form of heart -
as the death from the material happiness.
But I love you, my spiritual lash
of Your Sacrosanct and Holy Majesty!
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Нам в AP известен только кнут,
к нам не применяют метод пряника.
нас стегают, и словесно бьют,
чтоб справлялись вовремя с дэдлайнами.
Мастер-класс по росписи кнута:
конский волос, нож для обрезания.
пусть повесит каждый у стола,
чтобы помнить сладость наказания!
Я красиво распишу свой кнут,
с ним руководитель мне понравится!
Потому что я кнуты люблю
больше, чем расписанные пряники.
В виде сердца белая глазурь -
словно смерть от радости физической.
Я люблю его, духовный кнут
Твоего Священного Величества!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are disgusted with all the effort put into gingerbreads when so many more worthy things could be accomplished in a master class. You and your colleagues are being pushed so hard to perform at work that it has become torture like being beaten with a lash or whip. The bosses are putting profit and reaching deadlines above the welfare of the workers. You are advocating human values over money obsessions.