Suspension
What idiots we are, thinking a hard
day’s work will suffice; the hurt that
is measured in years, unconsciously digs
deeper with every sunrise. “I taught these
guys everything they know.” A voluntary
brain drain, tapped to exhaustion, each
one passing out to a brighter world, only
soon to forget. Basic humanity being squeezed
out, thus giving room only to their unmoralistic
company charter!
These non-productive morons, that holds all
power, hardly able to keep a straight face,
when insincerely apologizing for distributing
that dreaded piece of white paper!
© Harry J Horsman 1989
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