Here’s a newer iteration of the classic poem:
Boss made a dollar
I made a dime,
That was a poem
From a simpler time.Now Boss makes a thousand
And gives us a cent
While he’s got employees
Who can’t pay the rent.So when Boss makes a million
And the workers make jack
Then that’s when we riot
And take our lives back.#WorkingClassSolidarity
source: @TGTWorkersUnite on Twitter
“… capitalize on other people’s pain…”
This!:
I also think of this anytime anyone gets all weird about sex workers. One of my friends paid her way through college by working at a strip club and explained it almost exactly like your post. Essentially, she said, she could be selling her body working at McDonald’s for way less money, and it would actually be worse for her physically, or she could do this.