quiet about how they’re living rent-free tem. But we say this: we will no longer goutiness that you, the victors, must now
and think we don’t notice their new shoes live in the roles you’ve made for us. And recognize as the true state of your souls.
– to join with us in solidarity, to help us we will never, ever become you. Now the realization dawns! You know
smash the system which makes it all but In the working world of tomorrow, in that nothing will make you free, not any
impossible for anyone but the children of the working world we create (if we bother more, not ever. You know that all you’ve
the already-successful to gain entry to the to create one at all) there’ll be no more been doing is wrapping your chains
elite. After all, you started this. Who was snide remarks or messy passes, no casual more tightly around yourselves and, in
the first boss’s son to spend his holidays at bullying, no twisting of the knife by the your anger, your all-consuming anger
dad’s of_f_ice? Who was the first daughter lowest grades, the ones who have to man- at the way you’ve been tricked, you vow
to be allowed to help out on the picture age us, who work out on us the resentment to visit hell on the working world, the
desk? We say to you – reach out the hand generated by their own all-too-recent cheating, unproductive, feckless world
of friendship! Put your contact lists and internships. Those poor downtrodden that has robbed you of your youth and
your credit cards at the disposal of the bastards! They’re still sucking up abuse your family life, your health, your ability
revolution! Join us, or be counted among from the layer of management above them, to relax without drugs or alcohol, your
the ranks of our class enemies. For too angling all the time to stick their snouts capacity to feel strongly about anything
long we’ve fought to hide our envy and just a little deeper into the trough, hop- that’s not a safely-summarizable banality.
disgust as you talk at the water cooler ing, always hoping, that one day they’ll As you slide towards the vengeful idiocy
about your snowboarding holidays. Join be free of their obligations. Those poor of old age, the only action which can
us, or get fed into the shredder of history! bastards! They fell for it, the Big Lie! They stimulate any kind of response in your
still believe that one day they’ll finally buy deadened synapses is the infliction of
Brothers and sisters, day by day we have the house and the car that will do what pain, the reproduction of the whole cycle
abased ourselves further. Some of us are was promised, that will rid them of their of domination which now operates for
even paying for the opportunity to work agonizing resentment at the world, their your nominal benefit. Then, what do you
for free. Oh, we desire our own repres- unremitting psychic pain. do? You kid yourselves it wasn’t for you
sion, all right. We’re begging the bastards And so it goes on, the cycle of debt and at all! Everything you ever did was for
for it. Of course you, our bosses, find this credit, the cosmic pile of yearning bodies the good of others. You stand simpering
funny. You have no sympathy. After all, striving upwards until a lucky few are on the stage at your charity balls and try
we’re merely paying the price of admis- spat out at the top to discover that, even to squeeze that last drop of feeling out
sion. We pay now, so others can repay us in the airless bell-jar of the corner booth of your shrivelled hearts, that worthwhile
later. You think that once we actually and the boardroom and the VIP box feeling. Oh, the glory! The pomp of you
have the luxury of a real job, we’ll just with the minibar and the fabulous view, modern-day pharaohs! We could never,
reproduce your bloated, iniquitous sys- the piercing ache remains, the psychic ever, ever be like you. ◊
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