Don Johnson Poet Ballad

Contract

Contract

In a little town away out west ,
the Contract was out,
 the thunderboxes best,
Tommy Bumble offered 20 cents a tin,
To take the human manure in,
With the contract he was blest,

Tommy Tartar was in haste,
He offered twenty five cents, 
got replaced,
By the cheapest contract in,
His fart cart got a win,
He got the council contract.

This is just how  business works,
When Abbot gets you contracted, an smirks,
Your lowest wage HE does win,
Others cheaper offerings,
Might undercut your perks, 

Cheap labour for the cunning rich,  
Contract forced on the worker,
Howard’s damned work-choices pitch,
Voters rejected him, the smirker. 

Their aim is just to buy you cheap,
More dollars for the greedy creep,
Will you join up with the other sheep
 And get mulesed into the bargain,
Weep…  

Don Johnson

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Harry Horsman April 13, 2020 at 1:06 AM Going through my favourite poem list, love this then when written, even more now,,,it is so relevant

Poet Destroyer A August 26, 2012 at 5:39 PM Don, a very interesting poem,, my friend... well told tale. love your poem.., thank you for sharing, xox~PD

Russell Sivey August 26, 2012 at 11:46 AM Fabulous, this is a truly fabulous piece my friend! I really love this incredible poem that you have written! You sure have found that secret that everyone needs to see...the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, terrible! We must find a way to fix this situation! What a wonderful write Don! Great Work!!

Harry Horsman August 26, 2012 at 4:40 AM Oh Boy, Don, talk about hiting the nail upon the head, this is brilliant, the rich depend on the gullibility of the masses, or should a say, the fair mindedness, in most aspects. going to my fav, along with yourself, this is so good.