Big Business Is Killing Me (standard:poetry, 99 words)
Author: Reid Laurence	Added: Jun 25 2010	Views/Reads: 2560/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
How many of us are CEO's? How many are busy on their yachts right now, too busy to talk... too busy to solve problems we're left to contend with?

Undersea 

And out of sight 

Robots work 

To render light 

To our dismay 

To our delight 

Their screaming lasts 

All through the night 

But time goes on 

And though we pray 

There's naught to do 

And naught to say 

The monster's greed 

Cannot be quell 

And damage burn 

An all new hell 

Their money talks 

But we cannot 

And dig my grave 

By work robot 

Enslave me too 

To line a pocket 

Take this picture 

'Side this locket 

Everlasting 

Don't forget her 

All her work 

Defy disaster 

All of that 

Must negate this 

To challenge them 

In righteous bliss


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