Stricken by shameful fortune,
Master declines to take in truth:
Without hapless, humble helpers,
Your wealth wouldn’t see much growth.
They demand we dedicate endless days
And nights to increase their profit margins
Lining pockets with silver and gold
While worker wages remain bitterly cold
This pitiless pattern continues day by day
Clock in clock out in exchange for hourly pay
‘Till one day, ivory tower tables will turn
And faceless drones will finally earn
Their fortune due, a living wage
An early step to set the stage
No more to be exploited for labor given
From shameful wealth so selfishly driven
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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