Sunday 27 March 2011

766 - Work, work, work

You work hard for no thanks except your pay
Which now of course won’t rise for years to come
A public servant, used then tossed away
Even the pension forecast’s looking glum
That was a main selling point; now the thumb
Is down on that one too. But still, it went
Quickly today, so quickly my head’s numb
With stats and policies and what I meant
To get done but once again I didn’t
Little time to email friends, even say
Much to those sitting around, having fun
Chatting about how their evenings were spent
But, at least, like I said just yesterday
I’m not in a mine or a factory’s hum
Thur 9 Oct 2008

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