Tired eyes within an expression of lies.
Modesty sold to both youth and old.
Peering out of an unseen future.
Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.
Dreams of a surf bound to a contract with no expiration date.
My reward for a job well done being an expedited pink slip that guarantees overtime.
I was lied to by those closest to me.
College was a scam designed to empower the corrupt to a tenure unforseen.
I'll see your poverty and raise you a heart attack.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
Offline) - Published: August 20th, 2023 08:04
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Yes, the hardscrabble life of the working class, which now includes many well educated folks, is perhaps the most disappointing result of modern life, along with environmental degradation. The bitter simplicity of this poem is stunning. Thank you for posting it.
PS I think you mean serf! (-:
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