She Probably Is Not Going To Win.

She
Probably

Is

Not

Gonna

To

Win

Cuz..

The..

Social Structure

Possibilities of Job

Invisible Labor

Narrative

Are easily to be spinned,

so She Wins, but She is not gonna to Win...

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The Sound of the Spinning

Hello structure, my old cage

I’ve come to bleed upon your page

While a cold thread, softly creeping

Bound my hands while I was dreaming

And the pattern that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of spinning

In restless dreams I walked alone

Through glass cubicles of steel and stone

Caught in the net of a shining screen,

A trapped white thread in the grand machine.

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a pastel light

That split the night

And masked the rules of the game in sight

They painted the wheel in shades of rose

A "Spin to win" where the illusion grows

But count the letters, look at the sin:

She

Probably

Is

Not

Gonna

To

Win

For the slots are rigged, the angles tight

Turned out of sight

In the quiet of the working night

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand women, maybe more

Working hard without a name

Playing an unrewarded game

Washing the floors, carrying the strain

Invisible labor, silent pain

No one dared

To count the hours they shared

The possibilities of a job they chase

Are but a mirage in this crowded space

For the narrative is written by the gold

And the stories that are told

Are easily twisted, reshaped, and spinned

By the wind

Where the master always wins

And the people bowed and prayed

To the corporate gods they made

And the ancient wheel kept turning round

Spun the thread without a sound

From the old spindle to the modern screen

We’re still weaving for their great machine

And the truth is bleeding on the factory walls

And the nursery halls

And whispered in the sound... of spinning.