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The weasel refers to someone I worked for, A person I intermittently admired, and at this moment, the moment I wrote the song, I was thinking about the ways he enslaved me. I was working from 4pm to 3am, in debt for a ridiculous apartment in Worcester. When you are there, you will do anything for a dollar. It was hard work.
Leverage was, I was the only English speaking person in a kitchen of Brazilians and $15/hr is gold. The position I held, just about everyone else smitten for it, working there ass off with fake social security numbers.
Then as I woke to the news, I realized that this was the American way, and I thought of my virility (probably the worst thing to come to mind). I wrote it for a fly that inhabited my bedroom for what seemed a month.
I vowed that if I was ever in his position, that I would be the best boss I could be, to let the people that worked for me, (I like work ‘with’ me) would always know that they are appreciated for their fervent work. Appreciation gives me the interest to set the goal.