guy lipmore


The Collective. - Poem by guy lipmore

Walk in the factory door,
Daily eight hour necessary‘chore'.
The‘bore'is about to begin,
Starting by‘swiping'in.
Get your hypo-spray,
Only‘think'the company way,
Another week another day.
Forty hours, for your‘fake'pay.!
No individual, only collective thought,
Your labour sold and bought.

MARCH 2009

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2012



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