Work, work, work

Sonnet about, well, work!

You work hard for no thanks except your pay

Which now of course won’t rise for years to come

A public servant, used then tossed away

Even the pension forecast’s looking glum

That was a main selling point; now the thumb

Is down on that one too. But still, it went

Quickly today, so quickly my head’s numb

With stats and policies and what I meant

To get done but once again I didn’t

Little time to email friends, even say

Much to those sitting around, having fun

Chatting about how their evenings were spent

But, at least, like I said just yesterday

I’m not in a mine or a factory’s hum

Author's Note

Good or good??!!!