Pay Cut


The turning of the year
was met with a modicum of cheer
the old year is gone the new is here
the king is dead, long live the king
end marks beginning
like it or not for the foreboding
of dire measures for dire straits,
that will come home to the states,
the conjured taxation rates
materializing at the fiscal cliff
stern and stiff
indelicately to miff
cadres studying the math
of shrunken paychecks with wrath,
stepping along a wayward path.




Poetry by Peter J. Kautsky
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Written on 2013-01-08 at 02:57

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
well written...and sadly true...and it doesn't appear to be getting
any better in the near future

xxx Stan
2013-02-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Sadly so, amusingly said.
2013-01-13


Rob Graber
Effectively full of foreboding. Happy new year nonetheless, Peter!
2013-01-08


ngaio Beck
Right you are! Somebody had to say it.
2013-01-08



Isn't that the way it is, these days!
Such a crisp depiction in verse of our communal dearth.
2013-01-08