I was raised on the river,worked it all my life..Not much schooling, it's kept me out of strife..But regulations have taken their toll, now more than ever you must do what your told..They called me a grandfather, said we are not focused on old salts like you, your okay until 2022..But three years early they sent out a lad, peak hat, sunglasses, mobile phone. O yea, and a brand new boat..all paid by tax payers, what a joke..Not long out a uni, not much of a clue..told me I'm numbered my days are through..The methods your using look unsafe to me, we don't like drop hammer pile drivers, it's old technology..So now I want you to prove that it's safe..years without incident! what a disgrace..Thirty years I've been working this gear, never had a problem, there's nothing to fear..well that may be so but it don't impress me, written certificates are what we need. You can object to my superiors, so that's what I tried..Took 3 months to get their reply.. now in summary it said, "Licence suspended "..My business plan dead...They take out small business, frame mischief with a law, jacking up prices for even the poor..Yes I think the systems a farce.. So now I write ditties and sit on my arse.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 10th, 2023 02:10
- Category: Unclassified
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life punches hard
even when the sun is out...
sorry for your troubles
try to not let bitterness
determine your worth!
stay strong
hope it felt good to ink it out,
if it did, treasure that solace
seek peace, dear poet
Peace is my middle name! I have no bitterness, just a longing for righteousness. Thanks for reading.
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