the coalface

It’s followers who lead today;

the sheep we know will never stray.

Nose to the grindstone, earn your pay;

you simply work or go away.

No more the world of daring-do;

that place where you could just be you.

There’s nothing old, there’s nothing new;

there’s just more sameness – me and you!

They promised me in days of old

that I could be an explorer bold

or an armored knight the fort to hold.

Instead I feel that I’ve been sold

To corporate interest; body and soul

No longer can I feel I’m whole

I face instead a corporate goal

on the face made of coal.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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