Minimum Wage Lament Poem by Alistair Adkinson
Minimum Wage Lament
When the sun comes up tomorrow
I could run away
Change my name
And seek fortune and fame
I could call my boss from the plane
“Screw you, sucker, ” I’d exclaim
As I flew off out of frame
With a jet-fuel trail refrain
With a jet-fuel trail refrain
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
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5/8/2024 1:30:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ahh, so much sorrow in one word, 'could'.