Ceara Lynch - Minimum Wage

Look at you. Yet another minimum wage earner who desperately wishes he could shower me with huge amounts of cash and presents. Too bad you are nothing to me and always will be. I place you under my desk like a forgotten object as I ignore you looking at my phone. Eventually I pay you a little scrap of attention to acknowledge just how pathetic you are for kneeling in front of me in hope that I will look at you just once. I degrade you for being a worthless earner, barely making enough to scrape by paycheck to paycheck. Meanwhile, I sit back and watch the money flood in effortlessly, getting paid just because Im beautiful and powerful, living off the expense of many losers such as yourself. Now Im going to make an example out of you. Youre going to wish you hadnt bothered me. I will strip you of all the money you need to survuve, even though I dont need it, just because youre too weak and helpless to make me stop. You cannot say no. It excites me to rip you off and cripple your already unstable financial situation with hardly lifting a pretty finger. In fact, I make you beg me to take it and then thank me for the privilege afterward. Then to provide further evidence of how pathetic you are, I sit back in my chair and prop up my booted feet, ankles crossed, with my dirty soles right in your face. How insulting and disrespectful of me to shove these filthy shoes right under your nose as you kneel, yet you dont have the balls to object. You will simply stare at the bottoms of my shoes, without even a glimpse of my pretty face, and pay for every minute for the honor.