Ravenousness Beast Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I hate being covered in mud soaked to the bone working in a constant steady rain.
The thought comes across my mined I don't get paid enough to do this.
Yet I'm their working my a double s off.
Why because rain or shine I need this job.
For I must be able to pay for the roof over my head and the food in my belly.
Lazy I'm not.
Used and abused most certainly.
Hopefully I don't get sick.
Even if I do I'll work right though it.
With reluctance I grit my teeth and dig in.
I take pleasure out of my own suffering.
The harder it gets the stronger I feel.
As if it is a race not to the top but the bottom.
Endurance of a higher standard.
Not that I'm discriminating but I know young bucks these days who couldn't do what I do.
Is that something to be proud of or should I be sadden by our youth?
What are we teaching kids these days?
With such a high youth unemployment rate.
Are they to blame?
Or is it the companies who are preferring the older and more experienced?
Or is it the companies who lay off the younger employees so the ones with seniority can keep their jobs.
Some complex issues they are.
We want to blame someone always for the problems we face.
No matter if it is the right course of action.
If this offends any C.E.O., I'm sorry their will be no retraction.
Not in any statement I have made.
Or any I will ever make.
I don't need your approval to say what I think and feel.
In a society who prefers the fantasy over the real.
I have my opinion and you have yours.
I don't have a need to be specific, or name names.
I'm just fed up with the way the system works in general.
Either its running very slow or completely backward.
We are once again the Neanderthal Humanoid.
So little brain, please take measure.
We still idolize genius from a hundred years ago, yet we care little for the ones from our time.
And I'm not speaking about myself for I'm no genius.
But I do have a little common sense if that counts for anything.
In the ages of cycles I think this cycle needs to be put on rinse.
A clean state, in proportions with ancient times.
Where hard work was valued just as much as a good idea.
Where monetary gain is equal and fair not by what you have but what you do.
Such is the nature of this ravenous beast.