Slaves Poem by jan oskar hansen

Wish I were an owner of a couple of slaves,
they can do the work in the house and paint
outside as well; I have to feed them, of course,
rancid butter and stale bread; they can sleep
on a mat in the garage, and if they get a cold
I’ll be kind and give them an aspirin.

I have a wife, who does of the housework,
but she isn’t reliable, often I have to do my
own ironing and washing up after dinner;
to get something done I have to kiss cuddle
and flatter her, my god she even wants me
to make love to once a week!

With poverty around there will be many,
hungry enough to work as slaves, perhaps
they are people who show initiative don’t
hang around, hands in pockets, demanding
handouts from the state, or beg outside
supermarkets and at the railway station.