Aghast I was that there should be

No pay this week ‘spite guarantee.

To see the Boss with cap in hand,

My speech rehearsed, my answers planned,

“Good morning, Sir”, said I and bowed.

I made my speech (I felt quite proud).

He looked me up, he looked me down,

And said, “What’s this, you silly clown?

You think I care when you get paid?

Just go away!” I felt betrayed!

I’d dearly love to punch his face

But that would simply bring disgrace.

And, since I’ve mouths that must be fed,

I turned around, my face bright red.

I humbly walked back through the door

To join the other working poor.

Stephen Tomkins
8 March 2018
Perth

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