Up Yours, Mate
There are government inspectors
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who are pen pushing nuts,
known as office bureaucrats
with their shiny trousered butts,
planning schemes for their existence,
earning salaries too high
while the lowly folk affected
pay their taxes 'til they die.
Unannounced, one paid a visit
to an honest farming man,
said he'd come to check the wages
per his legal audit plan.
"Hands I hire are always happy",
said the farmer now grim jawed,
"Six hundred dollars every week
plus free tucker and their board."
"There are four of them I pay this rate
as I have done many years;
their super's paid, the hours are good
and the boss holds no real fears."
He hesitates then goes on--
"There's a ' half wit' I forgot,
he gets ten bucks for eighteen hours
and his sanity is shot."
With that the suited one rose up
to pull out his pen and kit--
"Ha, that's the one I want to meet,
the one you labelled 'half wit'."
His officialdom was neutered then
by advice that came for free--
"Here, shake the hand of one who knows
for that 'half wit' bloke is me!"
-by Kevin Pye
Dreams
A corner of the museum draws me like a magnet
There. Look. Under the stairs. Tucked away.
An Egyptian mummy lies sleeping. Peacefully?
I don’t know. Listen!
I think I can hear soft crying. Yes. I’m sure.
Tears for lost dreams, lost peace,
Dignity gone,
Heart wrenching.
-by Jill Baggett
Mudgee Valley Writers: The club members meet each month. The meetings are held in the Club Mudgee, first floor in room 2. On the second Tuesday of the moth at 12pm to 3pm. For more information visit mudgeevalleywriters.wordpress.com
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