I am an angry man
I considered butchering my mother
So that the government could offer me
Other accommodations away from her
Just because she asked me to clean
A pot in her house
She is so gracious
My mom
She accommodates me
But I blew up shaking with rage
Eyes bulging teeth bearing
Voice raised saying all kinds of nonsense
Earlier in the day I was angry again
At my girlfriend for nothing
I said some hurtful things
I must be a horrible human being
Thankfully she chose to never talk to me
But my mother my dear mother
What choice has she got from me
I even got angry at my dog
When she was trying to sit close to me
I yelled at her even though
She truly leans on me
Maybe I am all the evil yet to be
What happens when anger burns
All the love left for me in this world
What will I do with the memories
And the Ashes of what I had
The love I could not understand
What happens to me when I die
Alone starved and alone in the dark
Will there be anyone to place a rose
Or sing a dirge on my final verse
I need to stop being angry
Or I will not be there
To kiss my mother goodbye
Because of all the shame
I carry inside me
Categories:
mgt, anger, emotions, funeral, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Short money,
long hours
End of another minimum wage day
Working class task,
sweat gaze into a ceiling of glass
Start of another yesterday factory pay
Punch the clock ...
job requirement is knuckle bare minimum
Labor output don’t equal the paid sum
Advancement ain’t an option,
maximum effort is weekly inconsistent
Fire the lazy ... hire the next bum
Long hours,
short money
Start of another minimum wage work delay
Ruling class
won’t lower the glass
End of another Mgt downshift on a wage upgrade
Always in need of a higher raise,
minimum hourly salary stuck on a retrograde say
Twice a month collect a powerless payday
Categories:
mgt, jobs, money, society, work,
Form: Tristich