For today's doomscrolling break, a hedgehog having a drink in what the camera still thinks is daylight in these long evenings.
Grandad made a dime.
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand,
Gave my Dad a cent.
But that coin paid the mortgage,
Or at least it paid the rent.
Now bosses make a billion,
And give us workers jack.
Then smugly blame society,
For the labor that they lack.
Grandad made a dime.
But that was a poem
From a simpler time.
Boss made a thousand,
Gave my Dad a cent.
But that coin paid the mortgage,
Or at least it paid the rent.
Now bosses make a billion,
And give us workers jack.
Then smugly blame society,
For the labor that they lack.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/89897/...
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/89897/...
Don't make me tap the sign
Don't make me tap the sign
They wish to be visibly cruel because it makes them feel big and strong.
Block them with the most powerful block button we've had on social media to save yourself the energy, and save others from the garage being spread
That means the absolute worst people in the world are going to be coming here trying to turn THIS place into just as much of a shithole. Block them. Don't engage.
They wish to be visibly cruel because it makes them feel big and strong.
Block them with the most powerful block button we've had on social media to save yourself the energy, and save others from the garage being spread
You would radicalise so quickly.
You would radicalise so quickly.
It would not love, and yet wanted to live by love
It would not love, and yet wanted to live by love
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“I’ll finish this thing or die trying.”
“I’ll finish this thing or die trying.”