Hot

I wonder what temperature the CEO of our company has where he works?
Could it be the 500,000 dollars it would take to air condition our work place
Instead goes to his air conditioned office, car, yacht, truck, and swimming pool
Instead of a cool and comfortable temperature, we get Gatorade
I wonder how many factories have similar stories to tell about how hot it is
Or better yet, how many can really say they work in air conditioning
Or have a fan blowing on them at least?
This corporate greed just keeps right on rolling over good people
So a few fat cats can delight in the misery they create
Is is wrong to wish some of that misery back on them?
Of course it is, but I do find myself fantasizing
About what will happen to them when they die
Will they see the light and treat their workers with dignity
Or will they just donate some of their stolen cash to some church?
Is it better to kiss God's large fanny or people down here on planet earth?
I guess tomarrow will answer that question once again!
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
A hot day in the 90's, and a work place in the 110's, just another day in paradise!

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