A Poem About Work
And I saw the job advertised,
in the firm’s vacancy bulletin;
so I talked to the bosses and
they smiled and patted my back
and that felt good
I sent my forms in, my application;
but the following week, I was seen
on TV, striking for higher pay and a
fairer society;
and the forms and the good feelings
and the bosses and the pats on the back,
all went away; so the next time I went
on strike, I wore an attractive mask
and when I went to see the bosses again
they said, “Hey! loved the mask!”
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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