Written by C Hues
March 3, 2024
Bubble
Written by C Hues
March 3, 2024
Passing by the janitor in the hall, Who cleans your piss when it hits the floor. He told you his name, but you don’t recall. And when he’s behind, you won’t hold the door. The waiter gets no tip this time, same as last. She’s the best there is, but she’s black. You make up a story about her fast— Now the manager won’t have her back. The teacher who saved your son from failing Got no reward for her time and trouble. You didn’t thank her, now it’s smooth sailing, And none exist outside your high class bubble.
Bubble
The Top
Written by C Hues
March 1, 2024
Such a beautiful view— All the peons below, All the pawns I accrue. All the strings that I pull— All are no one to me. If this is chess, who could I be? What is my plan? Why does it matter? I’m at the top. My pockets get fatter. I’ll laugh when you fall— Like I’ve never been bruised. You’ve got the gall To resist being used?
The Top
The Bottom
Written by C Hues
March 1, 2024
The scanners, the printers, the computers won’t work. Good thing we’ve got a gaslighting jerk. “Ours are fine—so you must be lazy. The system ain’t broken—you must be crazy.” Stress got you taking Famotidine. White supremacists at the top cutting into your green. The paychecks are late, and the doors stay shut. “Do Not Disturb” for the blacks that you’ll cut. Your superior skills should see you a promotion. But you’re a Nigger to them, they won’t entertain the notion. The petty providers put up a show. There’s a target on your back for telling them no. But there’s a target there anyway because of their power and hate— They put black at the bottom to call themselves great.
The Bottom
Paying Job
Written by C Hues
February 17, 2024
You won’t see me, boss. But aren’t I invisible? I’m like your money. My paycheck is late. I’ll show up to work early— At a paying job.
Paying Job
Raise
Written by C Hues
February 7, 2024
Boss: “You’re due a raise now. Everyone says your work’s good. And you’re never late. Let’s raise your nineteen. What do you say to twenty? It’s more per hour.” Employee: “Gee, thanks a bunch boss. Better watch out, Jeff Bezos. I’m so wealthy now. This raise saved my life. My son’s going to college! I’ll pay off my debt. How can I thank you? Oh gee—how about, I quit? Raise a glass to that.”