Working Game

Working Game

A Poem by Patrick O'Neil

Early morning. Duty calls. Alarms to be, at beckon call. We travel from, near and far to be the next, great, business star. Dressed to duel, in silk and tie to blame and shame, the other guy. The game is won, with someones fall. He that gets, the bosses, dreaded call. Many that toil, the working day receive no more, than a workers pay. The few proficient at the game have great rewards, in company name.

© 2013 Patrick O'Neil


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Patrick O'Neil
The toil and unfair world of business.

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There are so much unfairness or wasted toils in the business world and unfortunately all that rat race is mixed in between ...A very good write...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Patrick O'Neil

11 Years Ago

Thank you.
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

You are welcome....:)

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Patrick O'Neil
Patrick O'Neil

Gauteng, South Africa



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I am just an average man, with a normal live, and then suddenly i started writing poetry. Go figure??? I also post original rock style music on Sound Cloud, check it out if you are in to that sort .. more..

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