Workers Wage

He remembers it before it arrives, To collect a far one hundred miles drives, To keep stalling payment his life deprives, Better he ended up in beehives… The end of every month full of meaning, It’s a female worker’s time for preening: In a sense, a life of subordination; No envying other’s ordination, Especially after allowances; Just watch out for Michael Jackson’s dances! In bed strong muscles completely inert, Until their owner receives credit alert; Boss wins the heart of a worker through wage: The ones who split it their workers’ strength cage… A promise of the life of “hand to mouth” It has been the same story North and South. You don’t wait, when an old mouth had gone out; You’re asking for The Tormented’s sure shout The Truth: worker’s wage plus his boss chance tips: That way boss sure praises on his lips…