My first blunder was to believe the lie.
Then I put my
faith in false promises
And acted as
though I was insane,
Doing the same
things over and over again
And expecting
their forecasts to comply.
I pushed and
pulled and lifted and strained,
My heart and head
and shoulders stooped
And my focus so
singleminded
That I could be
seen as blinded,
So I did not know
that I was chained.
The blood that I
gave was spilled with good will
And that makes me
even more bitter.
When they wanted
someone to blame
I did not expect
the wave of shame
As they lumped me
with the corporate swill.
My efforts and
dedication made people rich
Yet I did not feel
exploited by them.
I always thought
my rewards would come
And trusted too
much in those who were scum
For none tried to
rescue me from Satan’s ditch.
Almost four
decades without a blemish or error,
Utmost application
and diligence.
But I missed one
criminal’s scheme,
Though I never
joined his larcenous team,
And then the pretenders
unleashed the terror.
The gallows to which I am nailed have me baffled,
Dissembled rather
than assembled by the fears
Of those who never
make their own mistakes
And never rise
beyond the status of fakes.
Only death can save
me from my scaffold.
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