25/05/2024
I am a Moderator for the subreddit r/sworkerpoems It is a forum for adult workers to post their poetry about working.
Its been active for about a year, but lately, I am almost the only contributor.
I have written this poem of my exasperation. Please understand I'm the biggest a*hole of them all, lol. No judgement, just frustration.
I hope you enjoy.
Why do I wait for these a*holes?
Why do I give them my time?
I'm considering what it is I'm doing
And trying to work out a rhyme
But they leave me bereft and annoy me
With the lack of ideas that they send
I wish I could give them a rhythm
Something from inside of my head
Get them writing some poetry
Make them learn how it is done
But who am I kidding, they wont try
They wont even give it a run
I'm lucky, I'm getting good karma
From most of the poems I post
But I wish there were more people just like me
Who would give some poetry their most
Artistically it's not a problem
Not like working the trade
But to reveal what it is that's inside them
While playing the game, they're afraid
I guess I dont truthfully blame them
Its hard to look in all the way
And so much of this job is the surface
For insights you do not get paid
