My Favorite Poem

I'm on Strike
by Ann Onymous

You ungrateful little…..
Your plump little hands reach to me, begging
Gimme more, gimme more.
I'll give you no more.

Not another cent. Not another gift. Not another favor.
You had it easy till now.
I'm tired.
Been beat up by you, been beat up for you.
I've got an LCD across my face
And a number pad on my chest. I'm your ATM.
But you make no deposit.

When you were sick,
Where'd the pills come from?
When you were hungry,
Where'd the food come from?
When you were naked,
Where'd the clothes come from?
When you were bored,
Where'd the Xbox come from?
I put those in your hands!

You ungrateful little…..
But you still want more.
Gimme more, Gimme more.
I'll give you no more.

You whine, "You can afford it, sir.
I'm you're responsibility, sir."
Because you're weaker than me?
Because you can't?
I didn't agree to child support.
I didn't want your burden.
I wear white suits with black spots
Squirting gold from my nipples.
I'm your cash cow. But you bring me no hay;
You eat that too.

Lets talk about pills.

When you were sick
You thanked Doctor Jones.
Thanks Doctor Flemming for inventing penicillin.
Thank you Doctor and Doctor
But I put the pill in your hand,
In the reach of your grubby, greedy hand.
I cup my hand to my ear
Waiting for my thank you,
But it’s a cup of venom you give me.
You ungrateful little…..
But you still want more.
Gimme more, Gimme more.
I'll give you no more.

I spent Five billion dollars to bring you that pill,
Seven years of research to bring you that pill,
An army of technicians to bring you that pill,
Ten thousand square foot factory to bring you that pill,
A million man supply chain to bring you that pill,
I risked everything I had, to bring you that pill.
Brought it all together just to bring you that pill.
But still you hate me,
Because I'll charge you fifty bucks to take my pill.
But look at all I put in the palm of your hand.

Tear me down and you'd have no pill.
Social responsibility didn't bring you that pill.
The fact that you needed it didn't bring you that pill.
My mind, my work brought you that pill.
My selfishness brought you that pill.
You want it for free.
You want to take it from me.

Lets look at your dinner.

You were hungry.
Thank the farmer,
Thank the dairyman,
Working their early morning toil.
Long days working the soil.
He's the farmer in the dell
Working on old McDonald's farm.
E-I-E-I-O!
But five hundred miles away
There's no farm by you.
Who brought you your dinner?
Me! That's who!
But you still want more.
Gimme more, Gimme more.
I'll give you no more.

I had a mental test tube to bring you that meal
I mixed the chemist with a farmer to bring you that meal
Leased convoys of trucks to bring you that meal
Hired bio-engineers to bring you that meal
Installed high speed corn peelers to bring you that meal
And paid an army of laborers to bring you that meal.
Still, I'm wrong for evading taxes meant to feed you that meal.
Without me you'd never have that meal.
I invested sixty million to bring you that meal.
All I ask is seven 50 in exchange for my meal.

All your begging won't produce that meal.
A thousand starving children won't ship you that meal.
Delano's New Deal package won't bring you that meal.
The work and minds of men brought you that meal.
My business skills brought you that meal.
You couldn't farm to produce your meal
Or drive the truck that transported your meal.
Only I could put it all together to cheaply get you that meal.

I'm on strike now.
That's right, the suit's on strike.
Labor day is fine.
Veteran's day is good.
Memorial day is great.
My holiday will be Businessman's Day.
Whether its your pill, your food, your clothes or XBox;
They make it, you want it, I bring it.
But I won't do it for free,
You ungrateful little…..