Come and Read
Working hard
Beaten down
Few rewards
I start to frown
Am I human?
Or am I cattle?
Some beast of burden
Prone to prattle?
My body aches
My back, my knees
I go to rest, they say
“Get up, please”
No reward
Nor hope of pay
Not on time
Not on the day
But work I must
Of course! Of course!
Not like a man
Like a work horse!
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man