International workers day! Have a fitting acrostic!
Some more reflections on our society…
More social justice/equality/workers rights stuff.
This one is for you, all the working poor in US.
Another bit of ironic political poetry about workers rights.
I guess I would call this kind of satirical, in the Colbert Report kind of way, a poem written from the point of view of a big-business corporation.
Somewhat related to that haiku from yesterday, poetry with a heavy message.
It’s a warm Friday afternoon in July; post a lovely and delicious bit of barbecue. Sometimes a good meal can leave you sluggish, content to just sit and bask as your stomach begins the digestive process, enjoying your current company of peers. My father has instead chosen to educate my brother and me on the tired old topic that is the difference in work ethic between his generation and the more recent ones.