Monday, November 12, 2007


With a shirk we’re belittled at work
for a fee we accept the decree
that the rich hold the reins and the switch
while we trot for the nothing we’ve got.


ozymandiaz said...

I'm in quite the quandry. I finaly had arrived to the point that this place sickened me enough to not put up with any more and find a differant place to slave away and the f*&%ers had to go and give me a substantial raise so I can't match it anywhere else

rch said...

it's that damn fee!! (though I can't say I'd turn it down if they actually offered it to me.) Congrats!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Iloved the rhyme scheme. It was particularly effective in the last line, giving it seemingly the same force as a couplet at the end of a formal sonnet.