A Month Well Spent

Sitting by the phone waiting for the ring,

another month without a job and no cash to pay the rent.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of resumes

and nothing has bore fruit.

Come on phone,

let me here you sing!

The wife and I labor throughout each day,

her with her designs and me typing away.

Nothing to show for our labor,

but the love for one another.

Come on phone, give us a RING!

Another day in line looking to sweat.

A ten dollar day for a fat man.

He is smarter than I as the proof shows now,

I am working for him,

Not the other way around.

He snickers and is condescending to those

who are fool enough to work for little compensation.

No insurance,

No vacation,

Just a nation of fools living in a European past.

“If you don’t like it leave!”

is said by the man

as he orders me into another trench

alongside a young father from over the fence.

“We don’t need no socialism here!”

as those that got dictate to those who have not.

The young man turns to me and says;

“Meester, my boy is sick, do you know a doctor?”

“SHUT UP AND WORK WET BACK!”

The man shouts, and throws a dirt clod.

Fed up am I as I step from the hole.

The fat man looks at me and spits to the ground,

“What’s up with you LEEBERAL,

you tired of nigger work?”

Thirty days well spent in a tank of men.

A sore hand and a smile for knocking out another Neocon.

A good day’s work.

A month well spent.