Work Harder
Work Harder
Work harder
and pull those boot straps.
You’ll have the dream, they say
you’ll get fatter.
But, not today,
today you’ll tighten your belts.
You and your kids will wait
for a future time to play.
Work yourself to death
and we will take a third.
A little more here.
A little more there.
Work harder,
get 2 or 3 jobs, partner,
and we will take a third there too.
It’s all being done for you.
We’ll live high on the hog,
while you barely scrape by.
We’ll force you to obey the law,
while we get away with it all.
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2019
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