A lesson in rhyme
At twenty two, it starts with that first job.
Powerpoints, RFPs and low cut tops to make men slob.
A “doesn’t meets” review will not do, become a happy hour girl.
The supervisor is married but sad, so make an investment. Give him a whirl.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
Yet which cock will be the golden one.
Her rep is trashed at megacorp firm. Go small, work at a boutique.
Read the rest there. Women are made to be wives and mothers, not wageskanks.
6 comments:
I'm loving that piece. So accurate.
BEAUTIFUL!
Women are made to be wives and mothers, not wageskanks.
True, except that most have been so poisoned by decades of feminist cultural rot that by the time they reach marriageable breeding age, they're not fit for that either.
Think of cocker spaniels. They were bred to be bird hunting dogs. But decades of corrupting them away from that purpose (using them for domestic companionship) has rendered them useless for what they were originally bred for. Theoretically you could restore their hunting sense by isolation and retraining, but is it worth the investment in time and effort to reverse the damage? The same question applies to today's women.
Aw sheeit.
Ouch.
Loved, it, esp. the boob job part. Exactly what I watched at Johnson & Johnson.
Who was it who commented, "Eat, pray, cats?"
"Think of cocker spaniels."
In my opinion, a more apt canine metaphor are Yorkies. They have evolved, or rather devolved, from efficient vermin hunters to nothing more than luxury bag accessories. They still have that fierce disposition, but instead of using it to shred rats, they use it against whomever displeases their mistresses.
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