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Most of us work for THE MAN. Not one single THE MAN, but many-many different THE MANs. Even if you work for a woman, you are working for THE MAN. Perhaps your THE MAN is benevolent and kind. You are still being repressed by THE MAN. You are bending to THE MAN’s will. No matter how gilt your cage, how sweet the deal, there is still THEMAN tripping you up.
My cage? It’s a nice cage. Fresh water and birdseed, clean newspaper on which to poop. Got one of those dangly chewy bird toys too. It’s a sweet gig. But here comes THEMAN. Open the cage, insert finger on which to perch. What if I don’t WANT to perch right now? I’m feeling a little peckish, I’d rather sit here unmolested, thank you very much. And I know, I know, we had a deal: you give me food and shelter, and I sit on your goddamn finger. Have you looked at your nails lately? Eck. And what if I don’t WANT to wolf whistle right now or say “hello”, teach me something useful to say, like “punk ass bitch”. I feel like singing something else today.
I’ve seen those birds outside. The ones hopping and tweeting. They got it rough sometimes. Cats. Cold weather. Rain. Stale bread. But hey, they get to put their nest where ever they please, and use whatever they like to feather it. Tempting. DAMN tempting. A little hop out and hide under the couch until the door opens, be FREEEEEEEeee!
But it’s November now, those birds look pretty cold. Gonna either have to hunker down or fly south soon. And this cage is pretty warm and toasty.... damn cage. Ask me again in April....
My cage? It’s a nice cage. Fresh water and birdseed, clean newspaper on which to poop. Got one of those dangly chewy bird toys too. It’s a sweet gig. But here comes THEMAN. Open the cage, insert finger on which to perch. What if I don’t WANT to perch right now? I’m feeling a little peckish, I’d rather sit here unmolested, thank you very much. And I know, I know, we had a deal: you give me food and shelter, and I sit on your goddamn finger. Have you looked at your nails lately? Eck. And what if I don’t WANT to wolf whistle right now or say “hello”, teach me something useful to say, like “punk ass bitch”. I feel like singing something else today.
I’ve seen those birds outside. The ones hopping and tweeting. They got it rough sometimes. Cats. Cold weather. Rain. Stale bread. But hey, they get to put their nest where ever they please, and use whatever they like to feather it. Tempting. DAMN tempting. A little hop out and hide under the couch until the door opens, be FREEEEEEEeee!
But it’s November now, those birds look pretty cold. Gonna either have to hunker down or fly south soon. And this cage is pretty warm and toasty.... damn cage. Ask me again in April....
