Poem: Photo Op Revolutionary Fakers

Smiling photos.
Boss huggers.
Boss lovers.
Union sellout worshipers.
Coworker haters.
Politicians.
Favors for the few.
Bootlickers.
Revolutionary Procrastinators.
Liars.
Vote for me.
Las Vegas Convention pool party vacation malaise.
Two percent raise.
Workers dying.
Health care costs rising.
Slip and fall.
Drug test humiliation.
Escorted the victims down the hall.
Hang em high.
Poverty Time jobs, Second Class Apprentice and gig workers.
All.
Except the union bosses.
Six digit salary. Modest yacht.
Pool parties, conferences and dues increases.
Unpaid two week vacation seniority scam.
Homeless. No heat or electrical light.
Shut down the strike.
Punish the militants.
Automatically.
Grievance denied.
Out of order. Beat ‘em down.
Toss it in the can.
Run over the non-conformers.
Disrespecting motions and votes.
Police called on the union members.
Deny the cause.
Rotten to the core.
Drugs and counseling.
Ignore the rotting floor.
Burn them out.
Photo ops.
More and more.
Ants in hibernation.
Waking from deep sleep.
Lay down the tools.
Turn off the machines.
Take what is yours.
Abolish the greed.
Slavery.
Poverty.
Crush the fakers.
The bootlickers.
The photo op addicted bloodsucking revolutionary fakers.

– Uncopyrighted poem by an unknown ATU member