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STRIKE

STRIKE

The way I run my business is something my employees don't like.
Just because I do them dirty sometimes, they go out on strike.
They're on strike now because I cut out their coffee breaks.
Last week, they took me for a drive and threw me in a lake.
They decided to go on strike because I shut the heat off during the winter.
They shoved a block of wood up my ass and now my ass is full of splinters.
Three years ago, they went out on strike just because I gave them a cut in pay.
One of my employees just broke my foot with a cinder block, I've had better days.
When my employees look at me, they have hate in their eyes and they want to kill.
They want me to treat them better but they should know by now that I never will.ย 

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Silent Dreamer

Haha! Awesome piece of writing๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ

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