Faceless nameless ghosts
Frantically stock shelves all night
Kowtow to machine
Category: Labor Condition/Occupation
227
Of course I’m employed
Work one full time two part time
Middle Class has died
212
Cool under palm tree
Young man repairs fishnet
Continues tradition
211
He was a flash in the pan
Never took a break
Mind turned to mush
Like a milkshake
Always full speed
Crunch
Crunch
Buzz saw
Cut down the trees
Now
Sits every day on his worn chair
Wondering
How did it all disappear?
193
Her hands dirty
All day
Working the fields
She is proud
Yet
Does not pretend to be superior
Brutally honest
Simplistic
Clear noncompetitive eyes
Smile super wide
No mask
Nothing to hide
159
Eight years
In the can
No longer same man
Paroled
Desperately
Trying to secure foothold
Mops 1000’s of square feet every night
Grinding
On decaying bones
Inside his mind
Alone
Out of everyone’s sight
155
The bricklayer
Hunched over
Under hot Florida sun
Working twelve hour days
Moving ton after ton
Six years ago
Came from El Salvador
Across American Mexican border
Stashes every extra quarter
Like a hoarder
Dreams of going back to wife and two kids
Yet every day
Becomes older and older
152
The trader
Always glued to his computer screens
Charts, data, news feeds
Today on top
Next day may bleed
Wears the best threads
Custom made Italian suits
Silk ties
Aim for luxury penthouse
That reaches towards the sky
Weekends hit casino
Roll some dice
A couple lines of blow
To maintain high
Ego becomes oversized
Contact dominatrix
Expert at making grown men cry
Deep down
Not the money
That nukes the veins
It is being in the game
148
Hacking sugarcane
Scorched fields farmhand feels pain
Only bossman gains
112
Robots take most jobs
Workers unemployed will starve
Who will control mobs?
57
Mail carrier
Hauls his delivery bag
Full of surprises
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