Hungry for pride
I'm walking straight ahead sort of proud,
wearing a uniform that speaks so loud.
The problem is that I have no more trust,
so many pieces have fallen off the crust.
The cheese has dried and no longer stretches,
the vegetables look now like a child's sketches.
There is rotted meat thrown across the pie,
no patterns or designs flow to the naked eye.
Cross cut and divided the job now seems,
past notions of living a prideful dream.
Programmed to walk straight ahead,
conflicts about the job in my head.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes hunger gets in the way of thought.
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Loyalty to ones job seems a thing of the past when one could count on a pension and everyone retired instead of being fired. Today reduction in force, automation, relocation, new management, stock holder demands all leave one with a job duration of a year or two at most. It is a two way street loyalty between employer and employee and today the road is out. A good read
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