Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime,
that was a poem from a simpler time.
Boss makes a dollar, we don’t make jack,
that’s why we fight to take the means back!
Boss makes a million, I make a buck That’s why we steal the catalytic converter off the company truck
Quaint rhyme from better times. Boss is making $34 for my dime today.
“Boss makes a 20, I make a buck. Now I smoke crack in the company truck”
It wouldn’t be so bad if it were only a 20x difference. It is more like a 5000x difference. 🥲
Do you really win if capitalism dictates when you should feel / cry?
If I can be less productive at work and get paid to cry, then that’s a double win on the capitalists
But they get you to cry on their terms. How much is agency worth as a human being - more or less than the hourly wage?
On their terms? The capitalists don’t want you to cry while you’re supposed to be working. Crying on their terms would be crying outside of work.
