Friday, 31 May 2019

The Masters

A poem from 2019

Ready, steady, go!
But we go nowhere
Empty vessels
The masters have left us
Abandoned, while they live the high life

The swelling bank balance
And the bonuses
And the bungs
We are stuck at A
While B remains a distant dream

(Image from Skitterphoto on Pixabay)

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