Forlorn Forecourt Wilted Worker Poem by Terence George Craddock

Forlorn Forecourt Wilted Worker

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At Caltex Westport
Petrol Service Station
management extracts

prize famed pound
forecourt flesh straight
from worker heart

then foolishly wonders
why corpse worker is
suddenly toes up dead


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Friday, October 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: exploitation
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Written in October 2015 on the 10.10.2015.
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