Work Study
Work habits, work to make you go
harder. Then they twist you out
to go make more. Not money
but exhausted confused energy.
Sadly so, this is our honey sweet
new age, true wage world.
Can you turn this skull-less
ship around?
Bound, found, hounded
Career appointed overseer,
slaves to the office sun.
The world plays too cool.
The rule of 3 makes sweet
lessons on leaders. But you
can not ascertain a lead
to which you can rise
because you are side-stepped.
Lost in a ladder that divides
Copyright © Cj Johnson | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment