Jobs are earned by teaming up, individually, and taking a bit of stress - a rest poem. |
Getting set to wrap things up, Stopping points to be achieved. Elevator now rings up; Shift’s now over, quite relieved! For a paycheck, we admire Avenues of coming primes… Truest wisdom, what’s on fire Makes these days, does back our times; When we’re wired, cooperating, Sharing pieces intertwined, That company’s anticipating Growth in profits, staffing kind… Newly paid, we mustn’t worry - There’s no deficit in values; Active souls in such a hurry Process things, and pay their dues; Not surviving layoffs, RIF’s… It’s all about the bottom line; Decision making - and’s, but’s, if’s - Overreaching’s surely fine. In the end, what wears us out Is location - one who’s vouching For our greed, there’s no, no doubt - When we climb, our life’s not ouching… Strike the iron when it’s hot, Wow, that hammer never misses; Masks are worn around for naught, Full-time air hole somehow disses. While the truth does earn applause, Empty buildings simply crumble; Stocks are gliding - bitcoin’s cause; Job rates scary, nary tumble. Burdened, need to keep on going Makes a ton of godly sense; Temper’s severed - needless blowing; Nothing ought to be this tense! Living with the door wide open, Yellow, black, caucasian, brown - Engineered to maintain dollars; Profits’ earned do save the crown. Pulling on the horse’s reins, Every ego, person’s sure; Trade for that employment flavor, Posit strengths, remain quite pure. Quality’s a nice creation - Measured through one’s thought and strength; Then it’s time for recreation - Rest up, cool, have fun, that length… |