douglas scotney (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)
Every sick man gets on board
And passes his cold on to the horde.
He booked his intentions and agreed,
For the sake of the company's wealth,
To sacrifice all for a change of plan.
He couldn't afford to stay at home
When he got a cold; got on board,
Jeopardized every one's health.
To ensure the system keeps on flowing
Every man pays with noses blowing.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
and blame the whole bloody system.
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