At twenty two, it starts with that first job.
Powerpoints, RFPs and low cut tops to make men slob.
A “doesn’t meets” review will not do, become a happy hour girl.
The supervisor is married but sad, so make an investment. Give him a whirl.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
Yet which cock will be the golden one.
Her rep is trashed at megacorp firm. Go small, work at a boutique.
In over her head and rent is due, but her story isn’t unique.
Find the partner in charge of bonuses and raises.
Take him to bed and shout his praises.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
It don’t matter if he’s married hun’.
Sleeping with project team members gets them to do her portion.
Unsure of the father, she gets an abortion.
One’s 29, handsome, shooting high, VP material, could he be Mr. Right?
Not yet, why slow down? She has ten matches on Tinder tonight.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
Valtrex hides the sores from anyone.
Mom doesn’t understand. Her youngest has lost her way.
In ’78, a boss would say, “You’re wearing new perfume” in a charming way.
Mom explained how she left that employer after a roaming hand.
Bored wageskank looks up from her phone, “Mom you don’t understand.”
A wageskank’s work is never done.
“Sex is my weapon. I’ll settle down when I find the right one.”
On the other side of 30, the management job offers never come to pass.
Some Botox, breast implants maybe a high waisted skirt to show off her ass.
The flirting isn’t working as well. Interested men keep getting older.
Sex in hotels, BDSM, the acts requested keep getting bolder.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
It’s getting harder to meet a good one.
At a conference she was tag teamed by two sales men from work.
A week later, she heard whispers and cursed the blabbering jerk.
She was rotated to a project with a limited timeline. She knew what that meant.
Corporate America has creative ways to get their message sent.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
But the severance pays for vacation fun.
The corporate ladder is climbed for money, status and stocks.
No one ever told her it’d be lined with cocks.
They always promise yet never leave their wives for her.
She drowns it in meds, pets and more liquor.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
At dinner parties, she’s the only single one.
After 40, she attends her niece’s graduation. $200 & “The World Is Yours!” in the card.
Mom gets her granddaughter alone after dinner, “Look at your aunt real good and hard.
Beneath that shell is a hollow life. Ask your father, he has stories galore.
Your boyfriend’s a winner, a prize, think long, be smart. Don’t become a corporate whore.”
A wageskank’s work is never done.
Her niece doesn’t want to be another one.
At her niece’s wedding, she failed to bring a date, even the reliable vendor-broker.
He sent business her way, if she’d wear the garters and let him poke her.
At the table as the bride visits, she hears “kids in two years”, “move to burbs”, “opt out”.
She gulps her cosmo, pretends to approve and hides her pout.
A wageskank’s work is never done.
Yet now she is the lonely one.
That was excellent. I’ve met (hot) women in their 30s-50s who definitely resemble the wageskank. But more often than not they’re divorcees who opted out of the marriage expecting a life of endless fun, wine, brunch, and parties. Sad! I’m sure some of them manage to find a thirsty beta to wife them up.
Especially brunch. They all want to go to brunch on the beach and drink Bloody Marys and mimosas.
I’ll admit, I really enjoy brunch. But not with wageskanks.
Same here. I will not turn my nose up at a nice pair of Eggs Benedict and a glass of champagne to get the weekend started. But the company of a wageskank who is clearly addicted to “meds, pets and more liquor” is not something I consciously seek.
“In over her head and rent is due, but her story isn’t unique.”
No, I dare say it is not. I once knew a former property manager of an upscale apartment community in Newport Beach who reported to me that it was quite common for young female tenants to offer sex in lieu of rent.
Even though I agree with virtually all of the sentiments at work in this piece, I wish the poetry / prose entries weren’t showcased on the front page. There are many times that I come very close to linking normies to Social Matter, but the on-the-nose style of the prose is a huge deterrent in this regard.
Potential solution to linking normies to whom you want to introduce SM – link to a specific category page, such as, the link to Ascending the Tower: http://www.socialmatter.net/category/ascending-the-tower/ or link to a specific podcast episode or article page, such as, the link to Weimerica Weekly – Episode 41 – Accessory Kids: http://www.socialmatter.net/2016/10/05/weimerica-weekly-episode-41-accessory-kids/
I’m guessing there is something specific you want to share, right? Skip the link to the front page. Hope that helps.
Could you expand on this? All poetry/prose entries?
Each article on the front page has a ‘highlighted-in-blue’ link that shows the category to which an article has been assigned, such as, Poetry and Prose, Philosophy / Politics, This Week in Reaction and so on.
Click on the link category you want to view and the site will take you to the category page. You wanted Poetry and Prose so the link will take you to this URL which is all the poetry/prose entries: http://www.socialmatter.net/category/poetry-and-prose/ (See the blue link labelled ‘Poetry and Prose’ for this little doggerel ‘Wageskank’ on the front page.)
I hope this is what you were asking. Regards.
This was not the most eloquent poetry, but hilarious.
As social commentary this might have merit. As poetry it’s a disgrace. Child’s rhyme scheme with no meter. Neoreaction is supposed to have something to do with opposing the degeneration of Western civilization. This post tells me that the editors are unlettered and don’t have a passing knowledge of the rules of verse. Or probably even a superficial familiarity with the major English poets.
Take these as wounds from a friend. I agree with most of what I read in this magazine politically and culturally. But this is barbarous. By putting it on the front page you are not commending yourself to the aristocrats you want to assume the mantle of rule. This is schoolboy doggerel. If Moldbug ever visits here, I am certain he would disown you over this, because he evidently has read some poetry.
As a writer on this site, I do have to defend SM content. We don’t pick what goes on front page because we have a slower trickle of content. It’s tough finding content. This is a free site. We do not charge. You don’t have to click, nor do you have to read after the first line you disagree with. Yes, I think this bit of social commentary is lighter than most NRx, but I’ve been accused of being overserious at times.
I don’t know what goes through HW Delacroix’s mind when he writes, as he seems more masculine reaction than NRx (all his bits relate to gender dynamics) but maybe the spirit goes from God to H.W.’s mind to the content farm for you to read and you should be thankful for every bit of content that gets delivered to you, as the other 99% of media out there is meant to distract, ridicule and mock you. Don’t worry Hess, I will have an essay up for you today that I, humble part time SM writer with a real day job, slaved away on for you to read and once again learn about the world around you from the comfort of your handheld device.
Don’t complain, write some better poetry yourself and submit it.
Rijeka je brzo teče po starom dvorcu,
Pucaju i pusta kao mom srcu,
Moja ljubav leži hladan kao Dobre zimi,
Ja sam slomljena, tužna i slomljena.
This is really good. Thumbs up.
I second Hess’s comments: This is embarrassingly bad poetry and should be removed from the site before any more people see it. The author should read the The New Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1950 (Ed. Helen Gardner) before making further attempts at poetry. These efforts should remain private until the training wheels are ready to come off.
Hess and Cincy are right. This is an important message and deserves a decent presentation. Surely the author can find someone with poetic skill to collaborate with and turn this into a worthwhile item. It wouldn’t take much work, just some extra effort and some expertise. This is a rough draft with potential, which itself should never see the light of day.
That said, this is infinitely better than the postmodern, free verse, amoral filth they gave us in college creative writing courses.
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Wage skanks are nasty,
And work poorly too.”
Probably not what you were looking for?
Not bad, not bad. It has a loose but pleasant dactylic meter, and the juxtaposition between the floral imagery and the wageskanks is a nice touch. It could use some clever enjambment to end the 3rd line, and perhaps a another stanza or two to develop a pattern of contrasting images with wageskank qualities.
Hmmmm….
Maybe I’m a poet,
And didn’t know it?
“Although he found her insufficient now
She thought if she were rich enough he would
But nature such a chance does not allow
And if she cared to know this then she could;
The bard once told that beauty fades with age
As each season’s flowers bloom and wilt;
When time is spent is spent she may acquire a wage
But time like freshest milk is gone once spilt;
Her parents wanted nothing more than this
For her and them to eat and drink and love;
But free of cost are not their love nor bliss
For drugs and sex lead not the way above;
Of flowers wageskanks are just like the nettle,
If they were wise they’d hurry up and settle!
Ronsard said it well some centuries ago.
À CASSANDRE
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avait déclose
Sa robe de pourpre au soleil,
A point perdu cette vesprée,
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vôtre pareil.
Las ! voyez comme en peu d’espace,
Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ! ses beautés laissé choir !
Ô vraiment marâtre Nature,
Puis qu’une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !
Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
Tandis que vôtre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté,
Cueillez, cueillez votre jeunesse :
Comme à cette fleur la vieillesse
Fera ternir votre beauté.
Ronsard (1524, Vendômois)
Odes, I,17
And here is one translation to give a flavor to his verse.
See, Mignonne, hath not the Rose,
That this morning did unclose
Her purple mantle to the light,
Lost, before the day be dead,
The glory of her raiment red,
Her colour, bright as yours is bright?
Ah, Mignonne, in how few hours,
The petals of her purple flowers
All have faded, fallen, died;
Sad Nature, mother ruinous,
That seest thy fair child perish thus
‘Twixt matin song and even tide.
Hear me, my darling, speaking sooth,
Gather the fleet flower of your youth,
Take ye your pleasure at the best;
Be merry ere your beauty flit,
For length of days will tarnish it
Like roses that were loveliest.
Pierre de Ronsard
Let Women have the Corp.World and the State alltogether. More quotas means these structures get more incompetent and as a Barbarian, you want them to be weak and give space for your own enterprises. Let em have it.
I fail to see the point to this. Where in all of this is the interaction with Hegelian dialectic and a discussion of the content properties of said “wageskank”?
To address the intersectionality of sexually frustrated women in the workplace properly will require an incompatibilist phenomenology which is simply absent from the arguments presented in the essay above. While I can see shades of Nihal Atsiz’s pan-Turanism present in underdeveloped forms, the idea really needs to be fleshed out if Mr Delacroix is to be considered a credible arguer for reductionist sociosexualism. He needs to establish his own reflective equilibrium.
For those who don’t like this, note that almost every website that *also* features some kind of poetry, fiction, etc, will always receive the same criticisms. Some enjoy these, some do not… when we decided to launch a Poetry and Prose feature we accepted as a risk the result of the old dictum “About taste there is no argument.” People are going to disagree about certain aspects of poetry and fiction, even to the point of mutual exclusion. Argumentation is generally futile, even though quality is a real thing.
My suggestion for those with a problem with these entries is twofold: one, don’t take Saturday so seriously; or two, you can contribute to making the selection of works on Saturdays better. Submissions are always welcome!
I dated one of these sad creatures in my early 20’s. Thank goodness I came to my senses and detoured out of that dead end.
These empty, broken women seem to run in packs. A few get picked off here and there over the years by marriage or an unwanted pregnancy, but as the periphery of the pack crumbles, it coalesces with another pack and the cycle continues.
The one wageskank I came across, though smart and witty, was a sad creature as well. She did sexual favors for chefs in order to get reservations in their restaurants and mainly hanged out with homosexuals, referring to them as “my gays.” She specifically stated, after a day’s work in the financial world, loves to drink her wine as her Brazilian husband, whom she married in her mid-thirties, massages her sore feet. They remain childless.