My Boss Poem by Randy McClave

My boss made another dollar
I made extremely less,
Then he screamed and did holler
He wanted more he did confess.

Now my boss makes more
And he takes another penny,
Now I feel very poor
Because, now I don't have any.

Now his taxes have been cut
And mine have not,
Now I am in depressing rut
Because, I have to pay a lot.

The government is giving him more tax breaks
Even though he is extremely wealthy,
But, I am the one who needs it for goodness sakes
And with money I am not stealthy.

My boss will always be rich
Even if he truly gave his fair share,
Now I'm starving in a ditch
Because, for me my boss doesn't care.

My boss is one of the one percent
While I am part of the rest,
I now can't pay my bills or my rent
And he says, I am the one who is blessed.

Randy L. McClave