Worthless

Worthless

A Poem by The Young Lion Last Beat

The working man
sweats for his employers
and loves no one.


I've Cleaned toilets 
and scrubbed greasy
pots and pans 
for another man 
& it was not dignified 
but shameful.

I lowered myself
to the soiled ground
of a public restroom
in a resturant to clean
the s**t and piss
of strangers for
eight-dollars and hour
with no hazard pay.
Pathogens were abound
in the grime that surrounded
the bowl and floor-diseased
ridden and disgusting.

The prideful rough-handed
worker of the past and present 
are all but myths used to
keep all of the peasants
in line and complacent 
within their immovable
station in order for
the white-collars on wall street
to become rich doing as little "work" as possible.
No man in a suit has ever done
a hard days work--can't be trusted.

There is no dignity in the stock trade 
no dignity in politics and in marketing.
No dignity for anyone until
we are all equal and liberated 
from the rat race of the economy.

© 2008 The Young Lion Last Beat


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The Young Lion Last Beat
The Young Lion Last Beat

New Haven, CT



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Zach King-Smith Creator of poetry (and other art forms). Philosopher. Lover. Pacifist. I will be one of the most important literary figures of the 21st century and I am too humble. more..

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