(A poem written from a prompt as part of last year’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘Work’ poem.)
The Drone Directive
We start you on the lowest band,
Not the cool sort, you understand,
There shall be no music-making,
Merely the sound of souls breaking.
You’re here to inspire and empower!
Tasks beyond your pittance per hour,
We never said the numbers were fair,
But we still control them, so there!
But wait! Don’t fall into depression!
There is some chance of progression!
Remember the bullet points you read,
Before you put one in your head.
It’s all there, the things you must do
All of the hoops to jump through
To go up in our hopeless little hive
Do all these you must, to survive.
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