Sunday, August 21, 2016
When was the last time
Our pay is poor, our souls are weary, our feet are tired, our eyes are bleary. We work night and day to serve and protect. Our pay is poor. Just look at our check. The inmates are many yet we are few. Three of us to a pod. Then there were two. And now there is one. Is that the best Ana can do? No rest for the weary as we struggle and strive while all of our leaders enjoy the ride. To Ana, we're nothing, we're just her flunkies. She pays us peanuts. She must think we're monkeys? A few extra officers, a little more cash. Just make a withdrawal from your offshore stash.