Labor Poem by Chris Bunton
In my school daze
my younger dumber daze,
I learned many things,
but not what I need.
I admit I rejected them
like a bad boy does.
It’s my fault, they say.
It’s my fault, I’m poor.
I kind of know what verbs are
and what X+T might be.
But, what do I do when a cop calls?
How do I live in society?
I learned to socialize
with other pigs at the trough.
Like crabs dragging their friends,
into lives of pointless slop.
I can play Shakespeare quite well,
but I can’t play the stocks.
I can obey all the rules,
which is all they really teach you in schools.
But, how do I get free?
How to rise above my place?
I can flip a burger,
but how do I win the race?
Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.
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Photo by the poet. A giant blue rooster on the roof of the National Gallery of Art
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