Rage at the Wage
A Limerick About Minimum Wage
What's the matter with this day in age?
Why haven't they raised the minimum wage?
With prices sky high,
It's no surprise why,
Everyone is filled up with rage.
About the Creator
Frank Ezernack III
I'm a production manager at a pallet factory in Pennsylvania. I write poetry in my free time as a hobby and a passion. It's an honor to be able to share my work with you all! I write on a wide variety of subjects and themes. Enjoy!
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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good industrial limerick!