The HR chief looks me in the eye, says “Tine I'm on your team”
But the stuff from earlier was problematic--again
Usually I work in accounting, make sure things balance out
But right now I’m being politely threatened with occupational health services

Is there anything more fucking irritating
Than a fake heartfelt man
Asking me to take some time, breathe out, lower my shoulders
Me on leave, tooth for tooth

Red Bic, red can
Red cheek, red flame
Warm air lifting burdens off my shoulders

On leave, I’ve got time for all sorts of things
Nice at first, boring after a while
Quickly circling back into old habits--you know how it is

There are plusses, there are minuses in life
In the soul, like in accounting
I used to care about the company’s bottom line
But now it’s Tine-Tine-time

I’ve been dreading it, but it’s time
I’m opening my heart’s sick notice
I’m anemic, I bleed red numbers
My temple a bankruptcy estate
I’ve suspected it long enough
My soul is bankrupt

To you bastards who scammed me
It’s time you settled up

At work we sent it to Kredinor
Now I’m the debt collector

Plotting three columns in Excel:
Name, amount, and address

You’ve taken things from me
It’s time you settled up

Red Bic, red can
Red cheek, red flame
Warm air lifting burdens off my shoulders

Red Bic -- my soul is bankrupt
Red cheek -- my temple a bankruptcy estate
Red can -- to all who scammed me
It’s time you settled up