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Societies Bedrock

Often mocked as stupid I am always faced with the idea i am missing something worth knowing. I go to work. I do my job. Preached to standards higher than I can conceive, I am everywhere and I believe what I hear when media gurus deceive and try to convince me that they stand for values their own biographers deny. I watch leaders praised and forgiven for crimes that would destroy me. I go to work. I do my job. I see my hours cut. I raise children who go to work and do their job and are passed over for promotion by someone who promises to do more with less, downsizes, lays waste and jumps to another position before the destruction can be assessed. I go to work. I do my job and I am the bedrock on which the rest of society dances. Sometimes I go "postal". On those days, everyone says that they just don't understand. "He was just so steady, never late for work, always did his job."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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