Saturday, February 22, 2014

Poetic Perspective (part 4) -Labor Force

Boring jobs, Tiring jobs, Low paying jobs, Fun jobs
Once your 16, work never stops
4hrs, 8hrs, 12hrs –during shifts
If you do not like what you are doing, you might think you should not exist
Master the routine, otherwise you will become bitter and mean

You start working excitedly in your teens
Working, working, working away –until your body is not what it seems
Bills here, bills there
Money gone, dollars spent –how quickly it all disappears
Never enough, life can seem harsh and rough
Life is strenuous and tough
Sometimes it does not add up
Broken promises of, “Be all you can be”
Why is there a glass ceiling keeping people in mediocrity?

Out of the office and into the streets
Bitter reality, cold faces -await on the crowded and cracked concrete
It is not what you know, it’s who you know and how you suck up
It is money in your bank account, who your family is, and plain good luck
Hard work pays dividends when you are not carrying everyone
Not sure how fair it is when you are carrying the lazy, thoughtless, and dumb
Always be careful because everyone is watching
Make a mistake even once and you could be left sobbing

Union dues and taxes, mean money off your bi-weekly pay check
Making you wonder what you worked for, yelling aloud to yourself, “what the heck?”
Competition abounds, it is all you shall ever see
Someone wanting to take your place, pushing you out into obscurity
Feed your kids, pay your car insurance, and pay off your home

That shall be your lasting legacy for all to see before paying respects in front of your tombstone

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