The Federal Department Of Poetry
Thank the Muses there is no such thing.
The billionaire overlords can’t fire us.
We never worked for them.
They cannot make us justify the value
of our work. We have never contributed
to the gross domestic product.
They cannot take away our livelihood.
We never had a salary, benefits.
We don’t believe in retirement.
All we ever had or have is our work.
Tinkering with words, shaping them
into a sword to slay pomposity
into a light to blind the demon untruth,
into laughter that turns the stomping
monster back into a mouse.
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I love the wordplay and confident tone!
“All we ever had or have is our work.
Tinkering with words, shaping them
into a sword to slay pomposity
into a light to blind the demon untruth,
into laughter that turns the stomping
monster back into a mouse. ”
Yes! Oh, I love this poem. It breathes hope into my lungs.
Amen and amen.
Great words, Gwyneth! And we don’t have to worry about steel tarifs to cast our swords.
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love, love, love
Timely!
Perfect time for this wonderful poem!
I began laughing aloud at the onset— then nearly in tears for the reality that is. I especially loved the line, “We don’t believe in retirement” and the hope at the end. Oh, I enjoyed this!
Very good for the times we’re in!
Excellent!