2002 Poetry

       Signature of consent

       For a five-month stretch

       Can’t be choosy, can’t be picky

       This is all you can get

       And no matter how you bend

       They won’t see your diligence

       Even your ken is too much for them

       Maybe they aren’t content

       Or maybe their cash isn’t sufficient

       Time rebuffs an amend

       To this runaround practice

       As unfair as any labor practice

       Time will never see again

       The earlier state of employment

       That last while one can.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How I wish I could do something about unfair labor practice

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

I am straight UP diggin' this poem. Currently I work for a temp agency and I think it's the saddest thing in the world.