Poetic Perspective (part 4) -Labor Force

LABOR FORCE
Boring jobs, Tiring jobs, Low paying jobs, Fun jobs

Once your 16, work never stops

4hrs, 8hrs, 12hrs –during shifts

If you do not like what you are doing, you might think you should not exist

Master the routine, otherwise you will become bitter and mean

You start working excitedly in your teens

Working, working, working away –until your body is not what it seems

Bills here, bills there

Money gone, dollars spent –how quickly it all disappears

Never enough, life can seem harsh and rough

Life is strenuous and tough

Sometimes it does not add up

Broken promises of, “Be all you can be”
Why is there a glass ceiling keeping people in mediocrity?

Out of the office and into the streets

Bitter reality, cold faces -await on the crowded and cracked concrete

It is not what you know, it’s who you know and how you suck up

It is money in your bank account, who your family is, and plain good luck

Hard work pays dividends when you are not carrying everyone

Not sure how fair it is when you are carrying the lazy, thoughtless, and dumb

Always be careful because everyone is watching

Make a mistake even once and you could be left sobbing

Union dues and taxes, mean money off your bi-weekly pay check

Making you wonder what you worked for, yelling aloud to yourself, “what the heck?”
Competition abounds, it is all you shall ever see

Someone wanting to take your place, pushing you out into obscurity

Feed your kids, pay your car insurance, and pay off your home

That shall be your lasting legacy for all to see before paying respects in front of your tombstone