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Hackney CarriageBy Husain Abdulhay QuailBellMagazine.com A Cinderella in wonderland, A Troglodyte in a prosperous land, A Dust bowl; Put the cart before horse, Tug of war, Murphy’s Law, Kick away the ladder to earn more, Rollercoaster role reversal, What a topsy-turvy world. Even-steven chances are gone with wind As if an off-key strummed drum kit. Dab hand Manqué, The admirable Crichton
Traverses workplaces across town No place left over to scour An extant empty-hand, tumble-down Sinks his heart into his boots Out of frying pan into fire At the end of his tether Jack of all trades and master of none Crème de la crème of children pedagogue Is seen finally behind the steering wheel Braving new world; Bounced bank notes Ends up one in notchback, choky, gaol, Roaring up the highways faute de mieux to scrape by, Not worth the paper it is written on, A drop in the ocean, Is an epitome of a meager life Drawing a veil over his cachet; The self-defense against logic conflict zone, Careful not to spoil, chill, asperse neophytes, Green at the crossroads; Confluence of dual roles, Robs Peter to pay Paul No-brainers make a fast buck Eyestrain leads at last to nowheresville Moribund diploma makes no ends meet Literates still struggle to eke out Beneath a cabby’s vestiture Social class disequilibrium Built-in obsolescence C'est la vie Education stratosphere Nose-diving into cuneal eon Boot on other foot Borne the brunt of unappreciated lore Sacrificed past master at the altar of day laborer Vitiated by inept lieges’ whims Spongers rake in a gimme Fritter spondulicks away in eddy whirl. CommentsComments are closed.
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