Wednesday, January 09, 2013


Every bill is overdue
I owe much more than I am worth
if only I could sell this rue
accumulated since my birth
perhaps I could afford a few
indulgences of mirth

but I'm a plain old working fool
resigned to ever live in need
an unassuming fleshy tool
for those that profit off their greed
a microbe banished from the pool
by chlorine the acerbic bleed

there is no union to secure
a more accommodating wage
no agreement to insure
I'll really reach retirement age
but there's one thing completely pure
and that's my growing rage.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


The daily toil is taking its toll. Barely enough to keep body AND soul together. The samr social outlook the world over. A very poor future picture ahead..Old age will be very interesting:)

Best Regards,

Carrie Van Horn said...

I feel your pain Bob! Love the rhyme in this! :-)

rch said...

Well I haven't been complaining about work enough lately so thought I'd vent a bit, happy new year! :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I hear you - we need an Occupy movement!