#pension
You Nasty Peoples
You Middle and Lower Class
You Labour Class
First you asked for Education
We gave you
Then you asked for Jobs
We gave you
Then you started getting salary
Because we gave you
Then you requested pay hike
We accepted and gave you
Then you asked for health benefits
We gave you – 'health allowance'
Then you asked for other allowances
We still gave some of them
Then you asked for promotion
We gave you
Then you started asking for bonus
We gave you
Then you asked for retirement pension
We gave you
Then you asked for retirement gratuity
We gave you
Then you asked for death gratuity
We gave you
We noticed, You always demand
You open your mouth more often
We accept your right to live
But you live to ask for rights
You always try to gain
You always try to bargain
You feel yourself very smart
But we are also not fools
If you further dare to ask for more
We will ****** all the things we gave
Slowly slowly, One by one, Step by step
We have many ways to deal with you
We have divided, we have ruled
We will divide and we will rule
First we will ****** death gratuity
Then retirement gratuity and pension
This process will go on and on
Like a ball rolling on and on
The more you demand
The more we ******
No you can't equate yourself
With our emoluments and positions
We are the Boss, We are special
You are the slave, nothing special
We will enjoy what we want
You have to bear what we want
Never try to act so smart
We are much smarter than you
Note it Down, Make it clear
You are the Beggar, We the Giver
We have the Power, We have the Money
We have the resources and the Law
And this is not so Funny.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
Styrofoam around my heart; a cardboard box around it,
To pack away memories of love. Crustacean lips, for every after
Taste of kissing; once of fishing for the one- that illusive catch
Still with the selfish desire to claim someone as my own, alone-
A greed like cigarettes staining fingers; crying only to myself
But never counting those tears in the broken mirror, of a bathroom
As this hubris of a man, is quite humorous;- truly starved of direction;
Yielded in such a dishonest method. A chance of, _“shooting your shot,”_
A posing act of perhaps creating your own weapon to **** yourself
Parlour tricks, for the conformality of society- a human preference
At this point. These unspoken rules, carefully set down: find someone,
Get married, do your purpose to multiply, work diligently to maintain
Appearance/experience memories together; as from finding love as
One being single, to leave those you loved mournfully single;
As only those set apart, ironically get to die together. Oh, how
Wonderful would such a pension to love be- but not often given freely.
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 5:52 AM UTC