Mister System

AuburnScribbler

The man looked up, and sighed,

swirling his cup of tea,

having such a sweet thought,

“why aren’t they more like me?”

 

After gulping down tradition,

he goes, to do his rounds,

not caring about their feelings,

just thinking about the pounds,

 

his telepathic whipping,

makes them a nervous wreck,

they have to keep foundation,

for things to be in check,

 

their strikes, may occur,

but he will never change,

“work is what their paid for”,

is his slogan on the page,

 

one wry smile, and many glares,

means no open forum,

it’s the company policy,

to make a human burden,

 

made by a suit of pain,

their coins; are black and blue,

forgetting what she had sung,

“nothing compares to you!”

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2023 11:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem called "Mister System", of which all human pain derives from. I'm sorry if my "anti-establishment" poems are getting far too frequent, but the horror story that is the news, and the everyday sludge of humanity's operation, is very hard to ignore. Also, the very last line of this poem, is a shout out to Sinead O'Connor, of which, I think became a far too fragile victim of the system. As always, please, please, please, do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 8
  • Users favorite of this poem: peto, Bella Shepard, Teddy.15.
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Comments3

  • peto

    This is a belter scribbler
    Pleasure to read with killer ending
    Much enjoyed

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem peto, it's very much appreciated, and by your short, but oh so sweet comment, I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Bella Shepard

      When employees simply become tools of production instead of partners, and their worth is all about results, it is a sad commentary on our society. You have captured this so eloquently dear poet. Keep that strong voice, and keep us attuned. Love your tribute to Sinead. As always, a great write!

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Bella, it's very much appreciated.

        By your comment, I'm glad that you're on board with the idea of there should be more concentration on job satisfaction, thus, the way businesses operate, should be a case of, "a good team, is a happy team!"

        Thanks again for your kind words, I will endeavour to maintain my faith, and glad that you liked my little tip of the hat to Sinead.

        I hope that all is well.

      • Teddy.15

        Superb, such a loss to the music industry a genius who dared to be honest. 💖

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Teddy.15, it's very much appreciated.

          Thank you for your kind words, and yes, she was, if only the industry could wake up, to count the casualties they've made and continue to make, if music or any art is to continue, there has to be a great level of common decency to be put in place, for the wellbeing of all involved.

          Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.



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