They say they come once in a lifetime, but do they
Really is that the only time a nice job will swing your way
Feels more like meat thrown in the air for a hungry bird fight
Is it really worth the battle to chase the bait for a bite
Most decide to leave one for another chasing that higher dollar
At the bottom of a new corporate latter wearing that blue collar
You put down what taste familiar for another cup
It sounds like an opportunity until you realize what's up
A brand new environment with a whole new set of rules
Feeling the shoes of an employee that was used and abused
It must have been opportunity for them at one time
What's the real reason for posting the "We're Hiring Now" sign.
He would leave home, seek adventure, and explore the wide world.
Would it be so hard to remember those who meant the most to him?
Not really, as they would be as close as a finger snap.
He would woo the most beautiful girl and make her his queen.
They would have a big family, and one day grow old together,
that is, until they had an acrimonious divorce.
He would live for his dreams and would fight for his ideals.
So many would be deeply influenced by his groundbreaking work,
specially the policyholders of his employer.
His story would inspire a host of ardent admirers
Hey, what is going on around here? Is there some kind of mix up?
It seems to me that I have been born into the wrong life.
Bubbling babbling burbling banter brimming at the bar
First sup.. hush…memory lane trip rush..nicely tickled
Plush lace ebbed…lush beer swirls race webbed
Whirls..down dimpled dappled jar....nicely pickled
Pagans perch….sip druid fluid drip…Iris’s secular church
Trumpet tradition.. beacons blush in embers of the past
Cluttered classy cast of polished pewter..ballsy brass
Whimsy wafting across tobacco tinted tainted times
Parched patrons quaffing while cavorting with crannies
Carousing with nooks sporting timber flannelled panels
As sons then become dad..on the same pews with their lad
Lawyer betwixt a tyro…local employer..bumpkin on the giro
Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors
Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before
Gracious Landladies…loquacious landlords near and far..
Who let us roam in our home from home we raise our jar
To every special space.. familiar face in that third place..ta
Protect your mental health
Even on your job
When your employer try
To bully and take advantage
My mistreating you and
Invading your personal life
And space after work hours
Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path
Numerous they're
With the attention
of doing math
In their voice
A guitar
Colorful headgear
Off and on
mutual whispers
The Tea Pluckers
Mingled with the green
Humming and plucking
Unique discipline
Never a machine
Sometimes carrying
their babies on their backs
While moms work
Babies relax
In sun and shadows
Day after day
On substandard pay
Mostly illiterate
Inconsiderate employer
Do you feel a jerk?
In addition
unpaid domestic work
Through the ages
The same pages in the book
The same hook
Same tired look
No brook
Many a blade
No cascade
Delicate tea leaves
believe the tender hands
Just the touches
between the skins
No command
The soft tender stem
Approvingly expand
Smilingly withstands
The pain of being torn
Thorns of death
At the love-smeared hands
of mothers
Or lovers?
The Tea Pluckers
While climbing the corporate ladder,
Jill zoomed right by Jack. He got madder
than a wet hen. Then, fit to be tied,
so determined to soothe his hurt pride,
he told lies on her. “Cheater!” he cried.
Everyone knew the unvarnished truth:
Jack was dishonest, mean, and uncouth!
Only ONE paid Jack any attention~~
his employer. I feel I must mention
Jack got kicked to the curb with no pension!
As for Jill, she has earned the respect
she is shown. All know she won’t neglect
any duty, and her employees
know she cares about them. Each, she sees
as a team member she’s glad to please.
When you’ve work
Six to eight hours on
A job and don’t get paid
For over-time, your work
Is done for that day
Why is it that you’re
Calling and e-mailing me
After hours about work
Situations, my work life and
Personal life is separate
My work life is left at the job
When I leave for the day
If you would hire enough people
And cross train them it wouldn’t
Be a problem but cutting cost
To save a dollar will only hurt you
The employer in the long run.
On many a workday morning,
I sit at my kitchen table and
watch the BIRDS lite on electric
lines, or listen to their sweet
chirps from the treetops.
I watch the SUN rising over the
horizon, and in early Fall, I observe
the green FIELDS of harvest slowly
yielding their bounty. Left behind after
a few weeks of sweat and toil is a sea
of brown SOIL prepping for the Spring.
I will often feel the earth rumbling
beneath my feet from a passing TRAIN
rushing her huge and heavy cargo
to markets both North and South.
It won't be long before I'll witness
with joy the MIGRATING BIRDS flying
South to survive the cold of Old Man Winter.
In my own mind, I am overwhelmed by the sheer
commonality of all the above. Indeed, they are all
so very faithful in executing their God-given task.
Moreover, presently, I am most impressed and find
myself musing over the faithfulness of a person behind
the wheels of a big yellow bus with bright and flashing
lights. She's a SCHOOL BUS DRIVER who with great
dedication, passes my home every school-day morning
at 7 AM. I tell you; her punctuality inspires me.
And her employer should be proud of her.
My job hours are
Nine to five with
No over-time so
Why are you calling me
After hours and invading
My personal time just
Because there’s a problem
You as a boss should be
Qualified to handle
I’m not getting paid for this
So why are you disrupting
My personal time and space
The Woman Who Could Change Colour
Morning, noon, and night
she could change colour though with remorse.
Did that mean she was special or just have really bad luck? Well, the latter of course!
She changed to red,
She changed to orange yuk.
She changed to green, and for a small fee
she mimicked many coloured objects (not a truck) too well
some were left dumbstruck.
But she wished to make an honest living.
Unexpectedly one morning her wish came true
after her changing colour impressed at the Job Fair
a very important employer Mr Blue.
She was honoured and happy to be new
traffic lights outside Elmwood Zoo.
Douglas Emhoff is our first second-man
Went to USC, got himself a tan
An ‘entertainment lawyer’
His wife’s his new employer
Giggling and cackling as much as she can
A wise poet said:
“You are captain of your own ship!”
My employer said: “Not here, Buddy!”
My wife said, “Yes dear, after you take
out the garbage and mow the grass…”
My son said, “please come to my baseball
practice, daddy…?” God said: “ask Michael,
my authority on sail
and ultimate direction….”
A wise poet…?
I want you to come to me
With all the reasons good.
With nothing much to worry about,
Less to be misunderstood.
I want you to look at me
With love and care and hope.
I want you to read my eyes,
Where words find little scope.
I want you to be heard 'midst all
And spread the dew of love.
I want you to be happy with me,
Though much is thrust from 'bove.
I guess am not wrong after all,
In chasing my dreams long born.
I want you to be a part of this,
My heart's no room for scorn.
Give me a break for a while,
I want to be alive with you.
In laughter, party, participate,
At times am a lot bit screwed.
I love to see you tenderly work,
With passion etched on your frown.
I want to hear your breath release,
Satisfaction and music around.
I give no word of mine I know,
You held a better score.
I want you to touch my life--
Leaving me to wait for more.
How I feel sometimes after giving my employer 100% and there's nothing left for home life
Not one co-worker understood why I gave an emphatic no
To the annual office Christmas party, without a ho ho ho
They tried to cajole me or coax me to change my mind.
But I know our employer, she is a diabolical kind.
Apparently she put truth serum into the punch before guests came.
They were telling all of their secrets without guilt or shame.
Several got fired right afterwards, for lying on their apps.
I felt pretty good that I stayed home and took two glorious naps.
I still have my job, but am looking for a better place now.
For I would like to attend a Christmas party, that is a wow.
A place I could dress up, and might feel safe and warm.
To share a confidence or a tidbit without fear of harm.
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