In life we need to be prepared,
To be down trodden from many places,
By people who think they own you,
With their inherited heirs and graces.
Just because they are wealthy,
They think they can treat you like dirt,
With no thought of you as a person,
Or how much inside you hurt.
Doing all the remedial work,
Treating you like slave labour.
Paying you the bare minimum required,
And think they are doing you a favour.
Sometimes we have to bite our tongues,
To stop us losing any work,
But just because you're employed by them,
They don't need to treat you like a jerk.
In life you must be prepared,
To stick up for yourself,
Living with your own self-respect,
Is far better than any wealth.
Written by David Boyce
21 July 2014
DavidBoyce©2014
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