A consistently poor wage
Licenses rage:
An ugly fight against the cage,
Steady enveloping of stagnant wage,
A temper warning every wedge,
Rising while lowered with vintage.
Hirers open a sterile page,
Not a complimenting line for a sage:
Reflections of his usage,
Not a half paragraph for his adage…
The low income earner won’t this manage,
Nor life in his fatiguing village:
The vast hum drums sight,
Of farm-tools tauntingly bright,
For all their promises of fast tillage,
Putting The Townie at a disadvantage.
Any hopelessly downsized wage,
Is cash that the teeth sets on edge,
The Hired white with shock
Over Hirer’s heart of steely lock.
Categories:
hirer, anxiety, bullying, business, career,
Form: Rhyme
you got my soul burning
for you my boby yurning
oh baby this not mabe
this heats getting hirer
for you
MY BOBY ON FIRER
Categories:
hirer, candy, emotions,
Form: Prose Poetry