The Bitter Sauce
The feeling is like invisible wires
Wrapped dangerously around my throat
Tightening painfully but not totally choked
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Applying pressure little by little
Though its close I can’t black out
Dangling precariously at the edge of my scope
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Busily doing math in my mind
32 minus 97 is negative 65
With zero to bridge the deficit
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Checking fractions of shared time
40 hours work plus 10 in overtime
Subtract rest, equals no personal time
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My back against the wall and sure
That hand to mouth only applies
When the bills don’t take it all
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Poverty is the bitter sauce
Soaking my honest bread
Starving the working poor in false pretences
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Pretending to be grateful for one
Drop of water in the bottom of my bucket
That evaporated long before I got to it
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Pretending to be pleasant with
Your customers here for the service
Smiling for my pay cheque to earn your profits
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Pretending that the pressure
Is any easier to bear in silence
While the cold wire around my neck tightens
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Pretending to not be dissatisfied
While disguising my bravery
Determined to escape this modern day slavery
Ria – 2015
February 15, 2016 at 1:28 pm
I love the pause where you do the math in your mind. —CC
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February 15, 2016 at 5:17 pm
Thanks for visiting 🙂 .Glad you like it. One Love.
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December 14, 2015 at 3:44 pm
Wow, powerful words. Incredibly raw and honest account. X
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December 14, 2015 at 5:05 pm
Give thanks for your kind words Jennifer 🙂 Blessed Love
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December 14, 2015 at 1:40 pm
Powerful, powerful words filled with beauty and truth.
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December 14, 2015 at 3:35 pm
Give thanks for your kind words 🙂 Blessed Live
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