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Song Prompt: “Company Time” Genre: Gritty folk-blues in the style of Sixteen Tons by Merle Travis, with a slow, brooding tempo, heavy bass, and raw, twangy guitar, evoking Tennessee Ernie Ford’s 1955 cover. Think barroom grit meets modern labor rebellion. Tone: Sardonic, defiant, and darkly funny, channeling the frustration of low-wage workers under a greedy boss, with a sly celebration of slacking off as resistance. It’s a slow-burn anthem for the underpaid, built around the viral meme “Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that’s why I poop on company time.” Theme: The song is a Sixteen Tons-style lament about grinding for pennies while the boss gets rich, with the worker’s petty revenge—taking long bathroom breaks on the clock—as a cheeky act of defiance. It captures the monotony of dead-end jobs, the wage gap, and the small, satisfying rebellion of “stealing” time back. Lyrics Concept: • Verse 1: Set the scene—punching a time clock, slaving in a soul-crushing job (factory, retail, or office). The boss is “countin’ his gold” while the worker’s “breakin’ my spine.” Introduce the wage gap: “Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime.” End with the worker’s plan to “even the score” on the clock. • Chorus: “Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that’s why I poop on company time. Scrollin’ my phone, let the minutes go by, takin’ my freedom on company time.” Keep it punchy, with a defiant sneer, echoing Sixteen Tons’ repetitive, hypnotic hook. • Verse 2: Describe the job’s misery—micromanaging supervisors, endless tasks, and a paycheck that “won’t buy a meal.” The worker’s rebellion grows: sneaking to the bathroom, “throne’s my domain,” wasting company hours as a middle finger to the boss. • Bridge: A call-and-response vibe—singer growls, “Boss counts his cash?” and the crowd shouts, “We take it back!” Nod to the system’s trap (like Sixteen Tons’ company store) but twist it modern: “They own the hours, but I steal the clock.” Maybe a line about X posts cheering the meme. • Verse 3: Paint the rebellion’s peak—worker’s “rulin’ the stall,” maybe reading memes or napping, while the boss is clueless. The market keeps churning, but the worker’s “free” for those stolen minutes. End with a nod to solidarity: “Every worker’s doin’ it, nickelin’ their time.” • Outro: Slow and spoken, like Sixteen Tons’ closer. “Boss, keep your dollars, I’ll keep my pride. Owe my soul… to company time.” Fade with a smirk and a flush sound effect. Musical Elements: • Heavy, plodding bassline and kick drum, like a worker’s trudging steps, mimicking Sixteen Tons’ ominous pulse. • Sparse acoustic or slide guitar with low, mournful strums, plus sharp, twangy notes for defiance. • Harmonica or faint organ wail in the bridge for bluesy despair. • Deep, gravelly vocals with a slight growl, delivering lines with weary sass. • Subtle percussion (tambourine or chain clank) to evoke a factory or office clock’s tick. • Outro includes a faint toilet flush or phone notification ping for humor, fading with a lone guitar note. Performance Notes: • Singer’s a worn-down worker—think flannel, work boots, and a sly grin, clutching a mock time card. • Stage vibe: Dim, smoky bar with a flickering “Work Hard” sign and a toilet stall door as a prop. • Crowd interaction: Get them to clap slowly to the chorus and yell “Company time!” in the bridge’s call-and-response. • Choreography: Slow shuffle during verses, then a “bathroom break” mime in the chorus—lean back, scroll an imaginary phone, and point defiantly. • End with the singer tossing a fake time card into the crowd, muttering, “Clock out, y’all.” Sample Lyric Snippet:
(Verse)
Punch that clock, it’s a quarter to nine,
Boss in his office, sippin’ red wine.
I’m haulin’ his dreams, breakin’ my spine,
He makes a dollar, I make a dime. (Chorus)
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime,
That’s why I poop on company time.
Scrollin’ my phone, let the minutes go by,
Takin’ my freedom on company time. This prompt crafts a raw, Sixteen Tons-style anthem that brings the “Boss makes a dollar” meme to life, blending labor frustration with cheeky rebellion. It’s gritty, grounded, and ready for a barroom singalong.

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The image depicts a man wearing a hat and a jacket, playing a guitar in a dark room. He appears to be the main focus of the scene, with his guitar prominently displayed. The room has a vintage feel, and the man seems to be enjoying his time playing music. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of creativity and artistic expression.

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Title: Company Time
Tags: Gritty Folk-Blues, Americana, Labor Anthem

Verse 1:
Punch that clock, it’s a quarter to nine,  
Boss in his office, sippin’ red wine.  
I’m haulin’ his dreams, breakin’ my spine,  
He makes a dollar, I make a dime.  

Chorus:  
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime,  
That’s why I poop on company time.  
Scrollin’ my phone, let the minutes go by,  
Takin’ my freedom on company time.  

Verse 2:  
Micromanagin’ boss, never leaves me be,  
He’s countin’ his gold while I’m breakin’ my knees.  
This check won’t buy a meal, can’t even pay the rent,  
But I’m takin’ my time—every second spent.  

Chorus:  
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime,  
That’s why I poop on company time.  
Scrollin’ my phone, let the minutes go by,  
Takin’ my freedom on company time.  

Bridge:  
Boss counts his cash?  
We take it back!  
They own the hours, but I steal the clock.  
They run the shop, but I own the stall.  

Verse 3:  
Rulin’ the stall, sittin’ back with a grin,  
Checkin’ my memes while the boss works for sin.  
The market keeps churnin’, they take what they please,  
But I’m free for these minutes, I’m takin’ my ease.  

Chorus:  
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime,  
That’s why I poop on company time.  
Scrollin’ my phone, let the minutes go by,  
Takin’ my freedom on company time.  

Outro:  
Boss, keep your dollars, I’ll keep my pride,  
Owe my soul… to company time.  
(Faint toilet flush sound, a smirk and a slow fade out)