Be Free
by William Manchee — Read all 38 poems by William Manchee
America, land of the free.
But is that true for you and me?
Got to work to survive
In by nine, out by five
Can’t be late, punch the clock
Work all day, shelves to stock
Shuffle paper here and there
Fold it, file it, mail it everywhere
Do this, do that. What’d you say?
Overtime? We have to stay?
Work, work, work, day and night
Got bills to pay, oh that’s right.
Tired of working, hate our plight?
Lets start a business, yes, that’s right?
Be independent, on our own
Not a greedy corporate drone
Come and go as we wish
Take a hike, catch some fish
No one cares, we’re the boss
Lose a buck? That’s our loss
Now we’re free, free at last
Self-employed, what a blast
America, land of the free
At least that’s so, for you and me
Monday, July 8, 2002
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Powerful writing, William.
Gina
I like how you see it from both sides!!!
Jenni
Sandie Angel :o) / May Lu $*_*$
Janet xoxoxo