Some poems just need to wait to be written. This Sunday Poem had to wait till Tuesday. That’s what happens when the muse takes a holiday. Everyone needs a holiday, I guess. I could use one myself. But alas, I went to work making this poem on May 1. Hope you enjoy this villanelle.
May Day, May Day
Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say
They being the Members of the National Assembly
But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.
You would have thunk there’d be some Egalité
But workers’ and porkers’ wages differ remarkably
Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say.
When the governors receive 8 times more, moral decay
besets the province. They claim this promotes diversity
But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.
Who proclaims, “Let them drink cafe au lait,
after all, we do so—you know—comfortably.”
Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say.
Twelve dollars an hour is recommendation of the dossier
The Minister(who receives $167,482 a year) says it’s appropriate economically.
But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.
Though disparity causes Francophones great dismay
Disparity prevails a little too regularly
Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say
But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.