A relatively normal Tuesday morning

A new cycle week so I was
In relatively good spirits
Had no reason to suspect otherwise
With this planned call from the soulless boy scout

Our conversation was scheduled for 9 am
All was cordial and bright
With such pleasantry and light
Some hollow inquiries on my treatment
Best in the state – right?

A coy transition then
To the dirty deeds at hand

New policies in need of consistency
With consistency being key
Undoubtedly chaos would ensue
Without strict uniformity

He was adamant this was good for all
Yet is there something wrong I’ve missed
Or is this normal behavior
To call a sick veteran
Inquire their wellbeing
Knowing they’re sick
Possibly terminal
Yet still exchange pleasantries before
Delivering the news of
Termination
You’re no longer needed
Insurance cancelled too
As Orange Julius would joyously proclaim
You’re fired

Bye 16 years

Just like that – snap

I couldn’t see if
He wore that red tie
But I know he adored him
Golden Age adulation
As he too
Wanted us all great again
Perhaps this was his small
But necessary contribution
And I sense he slept well
That night
As he did all others
This was god’s work he told himself and young daughters too

Might even get a new swimming pool out of the dirty deed

Policy, consistency, and the almighty GP

Have we forgotten to love
Or did Websters now begin
Eliminating the words
At the direction of
The great one

So very beautiful
Empathy and compassion
Deleted
Much like other leftist fables
Critical race theory
Fake news
How convenient for these
Fluffernutter cunts
That should make this nation (or world)
So very great again

But who’s sufficiently illiterate
To have such grand recollections
In what world are we referencing
Ignorance and intolerance
Deserving of reverence
For whom, really

Sleep well my good Christian soldier
Let your conscience breathe clear again tonight
On fluffy white pillows and wonder bread sheets.
Your work continues to support what is Right

16 years
Dedication and service
Summed up briefly in a  call
Loyalty to the Man
The almighty
White privileged Man
Next day delivered in a letter
A Yuletide bonus,RT
Of epic proportions
Our favorite birthday
Merry Christmas indeed
(New) Rules absolutely
Demanding we obey
No matter the past

Cancer is no exception
For leniency or discussion
It’s black and white, bitches
And new rules are
The gospel
For some
As the meek shall inherit the earth
RT

Fuck no

Sleep well my moral Christians
Let your conscience breathe clear again tonight
On fluffy white pillows and wonder bread sheets.
Your work continues to support what is Right

I try to understand
How business is business
And how such actions
Can be condoned
But typically
Delivered by those with
Nothing to lose
But so much to gain
GP baby is all that truly matters

And so moral bankruptcy
Is our celebrated new norm
Humanity perhaps
In a state of flux
And decay
But only for
Those deviant progressives
Dying for change
Literally
This is Amerika my friend
Make peace, move, or suffer

But couldn’t let go
My commie pinko heart
Still I wondered
How do they sleep at night
What do their reflections
Truly reveal
In their solitude
So convinced of their good
And my altruistic contribution
Recognized
While kicked to the curb
Ultimately, I was a hero

Shortly after my uplifting call
With the Prince and Beacon of family values

Awaiting Oncologist in his office
My devoted spouse has a panic attack
Uncontrollable tears
Hyperventilating
Thank God we were in a hospital
Thank God for my company’s benevolence
Well maybe not
Which I would need to explain
As once calm – she emotionally inquired

Why
Why did they do this to us
Who does this to people
Who does this to families
What happens if we can’t insure
What will we do

I waited
Then quietly replied
Do not worry honey
This is all good
The Christian Prince explained it all
The Boss needed consistency
We are all lost without
I provided that opportunity
And GP is healthy

My personal loss provides the added P’s
And this he told me
Is very, very good

He really said this

My soulless boyscout
He sounded quite pleased and proud
Sacrifice for the company
I’m sure it’s in the good book somewhere
GP is in Genesis – right?

So despite my clouded vision
I refused to despair
Take one for the team
Continuity is king
Consistency rules
This – the new Benevolence
Suffering through sacrifice
Profit sharing is now secure

Sleep well my good Christians
Let your conscience breathe clear again tonight
On fluffy white pillows and wonder bread sheets.
Your work continues to support what is Right