P.I.Z.Z.A

They called it “family,” I called it chains,

Blood in the hours, sweat in the drains.

They stacked their crowns on a stolen wage,

Locked us in silence, trapped in the cage.

Favoritism dripping like grease on the floor,

Ethics manuals stacked next to the door.

Predators smirk while the weak get used,

“Accommodation forms?” Ha! That’s news.

Every slice cut from the backs of the broke,

Every paycheck stolen, another cruel joke.

You hide behind “policy” while people plea,

Even HR laughs: “Doesn’t apply to thee.”

Ovens of lies, flames in disguise,

Predators hide but the truth never dies.

You built an empire on stolen time,

Now you’re standing broke in the unemployment line.

She preached “mission,” watched us all break,

Closed doors on the folks who begged for a break.

“File a form” was the punchline delivered,

While her “team” got crumbs and the rest were shivered.

Smiles for cameras, folding our pleas,

Left needs in queues, frozen like the sleet.

The ethics handbook? A coaster for wine,

Policy and care — nonexistent design.

I gave you sweat, I gave you years,

You paid me crumbs, you cashed my tears.

Even the manager thought “help” was a joke,

While the rules piled high, and the staff all choked.

Ovens of lies, flames in disguise,

Predators hide but the truth never dies.

You built an empire on stolen time,

Now you’re standing broke in the unemployment line.

Family don’t starve you while stealing more,

Yet we all sang your anthem, walked through the door.

Crowned yourself queen in a paper hall,

While the ethics burned, they didn’t care at all.

No honor cooks in a pan of fraud,

You preach “love” while lying to God.

The dough won’t rise on the blood you shed,

And the mob screams louder: “Off with their head!”

Ledger > people, that was your creed,

Lines for the vulnerable? Just a form to feed.

Stolen breaks, missed shifts, the support never came,

When someone asked for help — you hid in shame.

Predators in badges, polishing a grin,

Cashing checks while the workers grow thin.

The loyal fled, silence cracked,

Every whispered truth became a fact.

Ovens of lies, flames in disguise,

Predators hide but the truth never dies.

You built an empire on stolen time,

Now you’re standing broke in the unemployment line.

From flour to ashes, the brand decays,

No crown, no queen, just smoke and haze.

Predators fall when the fire ignites,

P.I.Z.Z.A. can’t hide from the night.

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