October 26, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Ben White




Jobs, Jobs, Jobs



Just the other night,


The president

Unveiled a plan for surging growth,

And once ironed out,

The numbers will provide jobs

For the lost and the aimless –

Those millennial blameless

Who inherited

The sad economics

Of a never-ending war

And governmental decline.


And it’s all going to be fine


With international travel,

A complete set of work clothes,

An additional set of dress clothes,

Steady pay,

And room and board,


So praise the Lord

For Abraham’s sons


Because now America’s sons

Get the opportunity

To get involved with

That ancient family feud


And even get to choose

Their own field of specialty:




Or tanks!







Ben White

What Ben White writes is written from behind the wheel of a classic straight-eight idea rolling along forgotten highways with the windows rolled down.  His poems have appeared in various online journals from the As You Were Journal, to the Exterminating Angel Magazine to Dry Land Press to Creativity Webzine. He has a forthcoming poem, “Cold Warriors” selected to appear in Proud to Be: Writing by American Warriors, Volume 6. He is also the author of an e-novel, The Kill Gene.

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