H​.​R.

by Meljoann

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no matter what you did in the past no matter the management tricks that you pulled on me, baby no matter company policy forbids it i love you, i love you it's just your leadership style we don't have to listen to the fucking shareholders no, listen, let's talk for a while i love you, i love you you're not gonna claim him you're not gonna claim it i ass-fuck i ass-fuck the boss feed yourself before it breaks feed yourself before the relationship crumbles let our net worth accumulate i love him, i love him no matter what the service industry in your short skirt, your little typewriter it doesn't matter if he pays you better i hate you, i hate you it's just his leadership style i understand our place on the economic model no, listen, let's talk for a while i love you, i love you
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O Supervisor 05:31
i caught a tiny little fishy in the minigame wish that i could fly away but this RPG don't gimme what i need my character is an office drudge you need some rupees if you want a level up something feels fixed. there is no way to win no way you can advance in the time given my supervisor logs in with bonuses his combos suck my energy, even if he misses i think he used the cheat i think he used the cheat girl you are a pawn on Boss' board no means of production girl you are afraid in Boss' world with no market attraction oh supervisor you are a phantom oh supervisor no more to you than ranting read the report and skip the bigger words you'll only mispronounce 'em you're like kirby, sucking all the surplus value a little less kawaii and a lot more salaryman you best be careful, i'm not gonna take your shit my stomach needs your money, but my ass is gonna quit you strut up to me, like you're really going to say something like we're in the british raj, and you really wanna say something i may have coded something extra, in my lunch break you best act less colonial, for your own sake you raise your hand. i lilt at ya: diddley idle dye dydle dydle dydle dydle doh i embed a meme-virus in my song it re-contextualise you so you know you don't got long anticipated all your arguments. for example: among the many charges levelled one is i'm an intellectual snob wait a minute, (no!) sometimes people just wrong no post-structuralist loophole you can hide in what you're doing's not literary criticism just kidding i can talk dialectics and reflexivity with the best of 'em but that just means that i can deconstruct your -isms to nothing along with all that other shit got the knowledge down the public library, just doin' it i'm on the last dungeon. you're gonna take a hit i'm on the last dungeon and you're gonna take a hit girl you are a pawn on Boss' board no means of production girl you are a stain on Boss' drawers got no market attraction oh supervisor i'm gonna fix you my magic bar is full you'll take a pounding oh super boss i found the master sword i don't want your desk job if the game is stacked i take the power back if the level don't exist take a keyboard and code it if my game's so wrong tell it to me in your song what's the matter, can't sing? too busy? I win. oh supervisor you are a phantom your corporate wings are clipped more to you than ranting read the report and skip the bigger words you'll only mispronounce 'em
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Trophy Wife 05:06
One of us has to earn money It's gonna be me You always were the delicate twin Ingrown and thin. One of us had to be a winner Bring home the bacon That porcine competition And you're a vegetarian If you can't be that big gun I'll be the lost one Can't even post those letters With our company header I'm out here somewhere Ah, Trophy Wife Ah, mounted on my mantel Ah, so valuable Ah, I keep you safe from the vandals Ah, my Trophy Wife Ah, there are those that would seek to harm you Ah, don't worry, baby Ah, I'll protect you One of us trawls the streets for pennies It's gonna be me You're always there after the fight With bandages and ice You drew me, only half-formed Coloured me in, a sketchy composition I'm still waiting for my hero's chin If you must feel this so much Not tough-skinned enough Think I'm so hard You're not butch enough Just give me a hand up I'm in here somewhere Fisting men in the trading pit After all I've done, you're plotting when my back is turned A taxidermic carcass, maybe, but you can still get burned I've gotten sentimental after all this time I'll do what I can—you shouldn'a signed that prenup. I'm all business. You can be my Trophy Wife. Ah, Trophy Wife Ah, I love you Ah, so valueable Ah, I'll keep you safe from the vandals Ah, my Trophy Wife Ah, when can I show that I have you? Ah, don't worry, baby Ah, I'll protect you
4.
she and I were shoulder pad to shoulder pad playing truth or dare got the briefcase filled, and then hunted me and stoked camp fire then we finished the team building exercise i crept out to find real guns the survivalist director, he had one stocks and bonds they cost me a lot company retreat, company retreat sharing heartache to heartache then back to the office company retreat, company retreat tights are torn, heels are broken then back to the market she and i pretended that we'd never met took one for the team it was a lipstick montage dream fiscal years went by unchecked then i held several secret board meetings and we voted: no confidence at least they did, when i sent cigars and scotch then i played golf gave a brown envelope company retreat, company retreat sharing heartache to heartache then back to the office company retreat, company retreat tights are torn, heels are broken then back to the market company retreat, company retreat i don't want to go company retreat, company retreat mandatory blow we marched through the undergrowth her territory underfoot i'd worn a wire, i'd taken notes. her hands were soft, and mine got rough, but she was there before we were with coffee boys and shoeshiners on higher ground: the sandwich girl the cleaning force: they outflank all of us. i cried: company, retreat! company, retreat! company, retreat! company, retreat! she's a socialist. when it buys her things. she's a man of the people, when she needs a hired gun. don't protect her. she's just as bad as me. you're not listening. come and work for me company, retreat! company, retreat! company, retreat! company, retreat!
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6.
On the golf course And I shot 18 holes Got my man-slave with me He brought my scotch decanter Ain't no Roman's Greek slave Don't want the competition He's basically a Gollum (Basically a Gollum) Got my new Business Card (Got my new Business Card) Got my new branding on it (Got my new branding on it) Got my new Business Card (Got my new Business Card) Got my new branding on it (Got my new branding on it) I'm on the golf course And I shot 18 souls Got my PR on it We hide in Daddy's wallet Might like to dress it up But it's the same old system On a civilising mission (Money-making mission) Got my new Business Card (Got my new Business Card) Got my new branding on it (Got my new branding on it) Got my new Business Card (Got my new Business Card) Got my new branding on it (Got my new branding on it)
7.
Consumer 03:13
I synthesised a candy-covered dream And I love it to its chocolate-coated seams I was cruising for some sort of victory So I took some acid to the fructose team And it's all mine, oh It's so fine, oh Got that nitrous oxide in a sugar meme So I replicate a Technicolor cream Don't you wanna ask me why I dig such frippery? I was always on the citric acid team And it's so fine, oh It's all mine, oh Did you see the product glittering? All that other shit is ancient history Don't want to ever be that late to the party I was always on the soma-soma team I was surfing on a pixellated stream Glamour models, unicorns and chivalry Don't wanna do yourself some sort of injury Better stick with artificial flavouring
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Overtime 03:37
(Overtime, yeah) He got a picture of that hot little girl She's going to get busy with his (Overtime, yeah) He got a secret that he can't tell the world No-one told the workers, baby Whatever little you know The places that you just gotta go I tried to go Tried to get us out of there Whatever secrets you told They're sucking you to corporate hole I tried to go But that's another story Some overtime upon the after-work dance floor He's got a secret that we're all gonna pay for He took a bonus, and those stiffs cannot know They would hamper the flow Only hamper the flow She tries to network, thinks of wonderful things A pretty dream in which he wasn't her king, and Later scholars said that he felt the fear Revolution was near But she just signed up for more (Overtime, yeah) He got a picture of that hot little girl She's going to get busy with his (Pass that dime, yeah) He got a secret that he's gonna tell the world No-one tells the workers, baby Some overtime went down in some office block It bought some assets for some overpaid cock The work itself it wasn't paid for, par se It's for a reference, one day For a reference, one day He leans in over her, and over-explains There's be a free bar when she's finished the training He strokes her shoulder, and she tries for a smile He'll just talk for a while Sign her up for infinite (Overtime, yeah) He's got a Secret and that hot little girl Right beside the golfing trophy and his (Surgeon's knife) He's going after the one that got away She should have got busy with his Overtime. Whatever little you know The places that you just gotta go I tried to go Tried to get us out of there Whatever secrets you told They're sucking you to corporate hole I tried to go Tried to get us home, and then (Overtime, yeah) He's so much more than what those ledgers can say Got no records of that (Overtime, yeah) But it is never him that misses his pay No accounting for the (Overtime, yeah) There is a second set of cufflinks in your case Right behind your golfing trophy, and a (Surgeon's knife, yeah) You're going after the one that got away You're going after the one that got away You're going after the one that got away You're going after the one that got away
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Hoard 05:43
From the pie chart I took a slice In the bar chart I stuck a knife I'm a big boy now I am big boy now I motherfucking killed it Went up the elevator you sink into the chair paperclip dispenser never be better i dream about you towering. choke. punish. hanging windsor knot around my neck name tag on my dress pinned into my breast better get your apron on your stains. charge me for laundry non tax deductible I reach into your life My hoard, my treasure pile And when I pile it high You won't control my life I will not put to use Hard-won surplus value The assets I've accrued Will never get to you Who's the farmer now? I'm reaping skyscrapers Got a nimbus of Fiscally conservative newspapers I'm a big boy now I am a big boy now I order cappuccino But all I want is I need a A couple of Mercedes stigmata logo where you touched body hemmed with your margins i'm just a debit column. you rule me you rule me with a kiss. all business. take your call through lunches. employee of the month again that is, until you wish to come off like a disciplinarian punch it in my evil boss I reach into your life My hoard, my treasure pile My capital is mine Your labour my birth-right The Market stacked to me So it can be truly free Tuned to my melody My opportunity i want to melt into thin air you won't fix the conditioner breathing cost extra please don't see me, evil boss you win. you rule me you rule me invisible just like my wages too minuscule to observably exist this is not particle physics the only thing you accelerate is growth of your master's wallet not even your wallet evil boss please don't see me, evil boss please don't you rule me you rule me
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I Quit 06:15
I quit This deal is really shit I just get to subsist You're gonna miss My labour power I quit I was your favourite But uniforms don't ever fit When you get rich From my labour power O, capitalism I've made your coffee I let you love me A long time O, capitalism I've paid the rent On that land you stole And I only poached one time I quit This deal is really shit I just get to subsist You're gonna miss This labour power I quit Won't suck on your fake tit Reality was fixed So you get rich Off labour power O, capitalism I held your clipboard (I was something once) Cleaned out your cat's litter tray Picked up your kids from ballet O, capitalism (I had a thought) I de-bugged your laptop Gave your employees a stern talking to (But I can't finish it) I have done everything you wanted me to There's nothing to live for When I'm trapped in Your acquisitional embrace And there's no love Like your love At all Probably 'cause you're all sociopaths and I quit I quit This deal is really shit Your contract takes the piss You're gonna miss This labour power I quit I am just capital to you And not even the kind you can Bank on when we're through You're just a prick So over it I quit
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in an action movie scene we just drift. rise. suit melts off climb through a ventilation shaft because they had to let us breathe They can't deny it No-one's escape plan ever comes true That is just some lie That Disney sold to you You might play a villain, you may play a prince You just don't convince It's nothing new Climb through a ventilation shaft, get out through the air vent Not without you No matter how how big it seems to you, they say You'll never fit in this chute No matter how clever you seem to be We are all just chumps to them, baby scheduled in: limb removal deviant's foot kicks out, it impacts with substitute face of the financial controller whose replacement hand pulls the temporary hair of the HR director whose stand-in knee became embroiled with false genitals of a visiting investor and then: out through the ventilation shaft because in the days before contractual artificial respirators they had to let us breathe

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