UNEMPLOYED AGAIN

I went to the boss over our earnings disparity,

He told me he didn't run a communist charity,

He said because I voiced a dislike,

I should go take a hike,

For complainers employed was a rarity.

GENERATIONS NO DOUGH

The days are long,

The nights are short,

So, my late nights out,

I must abort,

Working long hours,

Can't get ahead,

What the man don't steal,

I must send to the fed,

I have no vacations,

I have low pay,

While my rich, rich boss,

Lives on holiday,

My parents were poor,

No money to blow,

So, ad infinitum,

Generations, no dough.