Jobsworth:
A small life went wrong.
Somewhere, behind those angry eyes,
There must have been dreams
But the dreams have all gone.
Now you make people’s lives a misery,
Treading the tram-line rules,
Treating as a weapon your little knowledge on a small thing -
It’s an excuse to let the hatred out.
You escalate with as much skill as a fisherman playing a fish,
Luring into the dark weeds of deeper, more formidable rules
Your naive prey:
There’s always the hope, then, that you’ll catch a Big One
At the end of your mean-lived day.
Jobsworth
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home". Buy the book here
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