31st December 2013

Sonnet 58

Twenty-five years and she was still his slave,

Treated like some Thai bride bought for pleasure,

Labour saving big white goods all she'd crave:

Spinning fast to get her back some leisure.

He liked to be cash cow Alpha at beck

Of his Blackberry; while her liberty

To roam was kept in tight domestic check:

Night time duty's insult to her injury.

He's made redundant, his chances not strong

 First World economies run on part-time,

Shame he's been deskilled; but now she'll belong

To her job - tracking global cyber crime.

Life without work's indiscriminate hell:

Happy New Year - I wish all of us well.