myself a slave to do my bidding,
then wrote a
list of jobs to undertake,
he read it –
laughed – and then proclaimed: “You’re kidding!
allowed to work whilst on a break!”
minutes later I went looking,
I found him
– asked him please prepare a meal,
he said he
couldn’t handle any cooking,
it wasn’t in
his latest union deal.
upstairs and found the bathroom dirty,
were on the floor, a sodden bunch,
I showed him
but he said it was twelve-thirty,
and time for
him to take an hour for lunch.
afternoon I sent him out for shopping,
he told me
that he couldn’t – I was floored!
wiping, making beds or mopping,
that they were not in his award.
know what pouring out the tea meant,
do it even if he knew,
it’s in his work agreement,
even teach him how to brew.
I wish now
that I hadn’t gone and hired him,
contract-wise, he’s very businesslike,
two years, I wish I could have fired him,
but I can’t
sack a worker who’s on strike!
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