Unionised And Circumcised

One of billions, we are minions,
unionised, and circumcised. Making
our pay everyday, feeding the profits
of whomsoever we are enslaved to.

Work for most, makes us the host for
bloodsucking boring bosses.

Only when we retire, we say we will not
be rehired. Now, we dance to our own tunes,
if we have enough for a radio.

Long live hand-to-mouth work, that we
never shirked. It was our lot in the thirties,
during the depression.

How much better is it today for the working
poor?