So - you work hard -
don't we all? You believe
your hard work deserves
special recognition - don't
we all? Your union has
contracted well above the
inflation rate. We don't all
have unions. Fact: we don't
all have employment.
Tough, you say? Yessir,
it sure is - it's tough
and you know what?
It's getting tougher.
Comes a time, Mack, I'll
see you too, on the bread
line. Your assembly line
is heading East, Chum.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Tough Times
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Poetry
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