Saturday, January 17, 2015

Like Steve Jobs?

This is addressed to some of my (zealot) "Libertarian" and
(blindly) "patriotic" friends.   
Like Steve Jobs?

You say we've got a heaven here
As nowhere else exists.
I don't know if that’s true or not,
But myth, like rot, persists.
So one may write his verses and
May never fear the knock,
Until they're at his door, and then
He's in for quite a shock.

You claim that we have freedom in this land.
And surely there are grades of slavery.
And so, perhaps you'll think it's knavery
For me to say that I don’t understand.

As long as men and women stand in line
To work at jobs, in which their bosses say
What must be done – and workers then obey,
So long, your claims are somewhat asinine.

You say that we can walk away from jobs.
I wish it was that easy. There are guns
That work as well as steel-and-powder ones.
Not everyone can be like Steven Jobs.

And everywhere, across the world,
Where freedom's shoots might rise,
A booted heel bears down to crush
The ones, who so surmise.
Such "insolence" cannot be borne
By those of rank and powers.
And far too often, you will find
That booted heel is ours.
2015 January 17th, Sat., 11:30 pm
Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York

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