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Proletariat

nine to five pressures
eat me whole ~ leviathan ~
lost in its stink soul

Welcome to Social Work

Marcia makes an early start,
to try and find a space to park,
she leaves behind her playlist tunes,
for manic Monday’s duty room,
where ceremony doesn’t stand,
and days don’t turn out quite as planned,
no point wishing she’d stopped in bed,
too late to swap careers instead,
when worried neighbours phone to share,
concerns for those who might need care,
while courts demand

In the Depot

At the Depot

As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn
to waiting homes no mails are borne
from the depot.
Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news
but his screwed up tabloid gives him the blues
saying 'To compromise both sides refuse,'
at the depot.
Hark! Foxes, stray cats, rats, critters all.
though humans languish, have a ball
in the depot.
On

My Favorite Social Worker Leaves

My favorite social worker let me know he had taken a new job.
I had instant opposite feelings.
I am happy he has the opportunity toward his dream job.
Glad for him and his family.
He will have a serious pay bump.
Sad for us though.
Especially our children.
They adore him.
He is irreplaceable.
No one can come in and be loved
Like he

The Edge of Night

Mom had six children
when she moved far from the nest
to a remote area without relatives or friends.
Her lifestyle suddenly changed
from urban to rustic ~
Playing the part she did
of Eva Gabor in Green Acres
but in real life.

Between setting up a new home
laundry mending ironing 
cooking baking cleaning
grocery shopping and school lunches,
Not much time to herself ~
she

The Naked Truth

Behind the mighty structures of brick and stone,
Are the naked hands of people who stand alone,
Fighting against all odds through the sun & rain,
Until the last drop of their energy drains.
 

A group of faceless people lacking urbanity,
Yet striving each day for their pride and vanity,
To build castles of dream for their family & kids,
So

Fallen Idle

Fallen Idle

I watched a YouTube Ted talk, the guy did well,
Discussing the problems of millennials,
The disenfranchised generation,
Whose parents divorced intercourse,
Whilst aspiring to be like the far film stars,
With wealthy trappings, expensive cars,
Inculcated self belief of making an impact,
Because the parents were too weak to try,
Although they worked hard to survive,
And the growing umbrella of social

I Don'T Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about

How the West Was Won

When he emigrated to North Dakota
Daddy came to help fill needed quota
Of young, strong men of honest worth
For untamed land at its new birth.

He met my mother, strong as he,
Raised seven kids including me.
He broke wild mustangs to the halter
And from cold or heat would never falter.

The settlers in this brand new land
Weren’t looking for

Let Us Never Forget

Social injustice and economic inequality 
have always been practiced in our Nation's working industry
Irish need not apply, Hispanics we don't want your kind
and Blacks don't even show your face
this was the typical response to ethnic minorities in America's workplace

nepotism and favoritism were the norm and status quo
as it was not about your knowledge or skill

Lifeless Hiring Centers

Lifeless hiring centers
look upon papers and not people
Hated for not having a coin,
who you are is ignored. 
Your family hates you for being poor
rather than loving who you are.
The soul despised society does oppress.

People's eyes blinded by greed does bind them in endless slavery.

Rondelet: Be Charitable

Rondelet: Be Charitable

Be charitable
Employer of rich paper waste
Be charitable
Statistics make high-ups noble
Pulp industry makes rich thick paste
More you give the more the distaste
Be charitable

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

Rat Race

Today’s world keeps moving at such a fast pace,
Is it surprising that life has become nothing more than a rat race.

Most days seem to be a struggle to survive,
But there really is something more than just nine to five.

The Life of a Drunken Writer

They assigned me to write a sonnet about the life of a drunken writer
whose dream wouldn't shatter, but his foolishness wasn't in the past tense; 
he spent endless hours reading blogs of people who didn't make sense...
in chat rooms, he found geeks, charlatans, and a casual liar. 
These are the ones who can text all

Jsa Blues

Reject letter sent by post.
Applications online ignored.
Too old
Too young.
Inexperienced.
Do not drive.
It must be the JSA blues.

Countless jobs for the unemployed.
Just search and see.
It must be true the papers say.
This Government would not lie.

Reject letter sent by post.
Applications online ignored.
Too old
Too young.
Inexperienced.
Do not drive.
It must be the JSA blues.

Take any job you can get.
Work 80 hours

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