by Jolie Blond
02/11/04
His mind is like an American steel mill:
Closed.
Nothing going on inside.
No commerce.
No billowing furnaces of rage
passion or commitment.
No product.
Just a big empty cavernous skull,
doors and windows boarded up,
nobody home,
not even management,
just a little man
at the plant entrance,
a little man in the guard shack
at the plant entrance,
on the clock
but doing nothing...
little man at the plant entrance;
he's never even ventured back into the foundry,
that stuff doesn't concern him,
history doesn't concern him,
the past holds no interest for him,
but then,
neither does the future much,
he doesn't concern himself
about what will happen
when they tear down the building
he's guarding.
Guarding.
What is he guarding?
An empty building
with no product.
Sometimes content providers
will arrive at the gate
trying to deliver supplies,
but no idea
or esoteric thought
or seed
or raw material for growth,
not even fertilizing manure
will ever make it past
the little man in the guard shack
at the plant entrance.
All are turned away.
The little man
in the guard shack
at the plant entrance
is suspicious
of all he sees,
all he hears,
and it's easier for him
not to see or hear anything
than to open up his mind
and investigate.
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In my experience, there are two different kinds of people who do security gigs. There's the easy going type, just looking for an easy way to make some money while they read a book. Lots of college student types (my experience). Then there's the G-man wannabe, asshole buttmunch, who wants the job for the illusion of poower over others, or the license to fuck with others who think, because of the uniform, that they really do have power. Lots of weak little men and fat assed women on a power trip. Cops aren't much far off this scale ether, but I guess I shouldn't generalize.
ReplyDeleteHaving been a security guard during college and in times of desperation, I agree with your assesment. I would add one caveat: If there's anything missing at the office/store/construction site, always check the security guard's pockets first.
ReplyDeleteFuckin' "A" baby. Seen id done myself.
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