Hooray for the wreckers.
One can see, that what they leave behind
is fertile and grows things.
Hooray for the smashers,
"Too much dead wood, here", they say
"It has to go. Make way for the new"
Hooray for uprooting
the tried and the trusted.
Like so many tin cans that have rusted.
Hooray for cannibalisation
eating our young.
Oh all right, just their futures.
Then hooray to the snakes
as they slither away
to better jobs and bigger pay
Not you old man, not you
These are the dumps where you'll stay.
Now when you can't find a job
and live's getting grim
you're boiling your shoes for later
and reading about their new salaries
on the front page of the paper.
© Hamich Mack
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Hamish is a 51 year old New Zealander. He has been writing poetry for a couple of years.