The Goose Killers Poem by Raj Dronamraju

In the relationship between employers and foes and myself
I am the golden goose

Short term, impatient, greedy goons
Cut you open in imbecilic avarice

The world is debased and not rationed properly
Exploited like a lady of the evening

Drool at the thought of base needs met
The future gives one a headache, it's too big for them to envision

The goose killers ruin it for generations to come
Seeing what they pushed fall apart and become unusable breaks the spell

But until they sober up on the downer of fixed quantity
They are coming after me because I am the golden goose

They make me run on a treadmill at a speed I am not capable of
Watch me collapse and ruin their expected easy times