"Canned"
By Jim Waters
To hell with you!
You ain't the whole earth,
Not by a damn sight!
You sneak around shaking your fat paunch shouting:
"I'm losing money . . . hurry-up . . . pull-out. . .
"Step-on-it!" . . . and you "can" anybody that talks back.
I've seen your kind before―always losing money―
Riding in limousines, showing off on the golf links,
And talking open shop at the Union Club.
On Sunday you go to church and tell everybody
What a nice employer you are . . .
On Monday you go blue in the face cursing your men.
You can't bull-doze me!
To hell with you!
You ain't the whole earth,
Not by a damn sight!