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i quit!
you milk my brains to remedy
your dark, anaemic greed
you plagiarise my passions, claim
my mileage as your speed
flying on feathers cruelly plucked
from my declining wings
my tired shoulders giant perch
from whence you stage your flings
today i take my intellect
you shall not milk me dry
i snatch my wing wind—sorry sight
you plummet from the sky
enough is enough when politics
has marred your cunning wit
she picks her teeth and as you phartz
triumphantly i quit!
© Copyright 2018 August 3
by Clyve A. Bowen
your dark, anaemic greed
you plagiarise my passions, claim
my mileage as your speed
flying on feathers cruelly plucked
from my declining wings
my tired shoulders giant perch
from whence you stage your flings
today i take my intellect
you shall not milk me dry
i snatch my wing wind—sorry sight
you plummet from the sky
enough is enough when politics
has marred your cunning wit
she picks her teeth and as you phartz
triumphantly i quit!
© Copyright 2018 August 3
by Clyve A. Bowen
Published 3rd Aug 2018
Author's Note
I wrote this piece as an entry for the fed-up-with-your-job competition. I cannot say it is full of angst in the raw sense normally expressed by those who contemplate the subject, but it is my (perhaps not so) subtle interpretation of taking my brains back when I feel exploited on the job with little or no recognition.
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3rd Aug 2018 7:01pm
10th Sep 2018 5:14pm
Thank you, Angelast1. I have been absent from here for a while and hence did not see your comment until just now.
