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A Necessary Evil

I often moan about my job, a certain colleague, and my boss - I wish I didn't have to go to work (I wouldn't mourn its loss). Without a job I'd be quite skint; it puts the money in the bank - I think of that and carry on (unsure of what or whom to thank). written 9th November for Julia's Unrest of Spirit contest

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 3/2/2019 11:51:00 AM

Hi Jack, I have been my own boss for most of my working life up to now, but I have advised our boys to work for either government or a well known group of companies, at least in this way you know what to expect at the end of the month. The other way round, you are responsible to make your money to put in the bank. I enjoyed your poem very much Jack, and you are right bosses can be awful. I'm sure the three ladies working for us think I'm an ogre sometimes! Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

Constance La France

Date: 11/12/2018 4:24:00 PM

Jack, great write, yep, for the money is the reason the zombie walks to work early in the morning, best of luck in the contest ~

Harry Horsman

Date: 11/11/2018 3:22:00 PM

What i find amazing about this poem, Jack, is how the poem marry's up with the title, so apt, and so good..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/10/2018 5:41:00 PM

You are so much like me, Jack. I actually don't hate my work though. I just prefer staying home and having fun!! So nice to see you put up a poem here and thanks for visiting mine today.