Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Salary – Object Writing – April 27

The jaws of a billion billion cash registers open every day and those black square dish teeth gnash upon our hard earned salary. It’s like they’re gobbling up the pie we can’t get enough of, the piece that always screams more, more, more. For some it’s regular, for others it’s a dream and the government salary is the only thing they’ll ever see.

Even when those virtual dollars do turn up in your bank account they’re virtually gone in moments, assigned to pay mortgagaees and credit card disease and crispy bills that hang from the refrigerators with their long poster tonuges. All these things that want to have another piece of that pie, divide it up, divide it up. Like the flash of a memory card or a firely that dances before a windscereen briefly you take in its beauty before it’s taken a away like a prisoner and you’re left juggling jangling coins and pennies to get you through to the next deliverance where it all begins again. The slippery eel just wriggles through your fingers leaving you slimey reminders of interest like banks do!

How to make that pie bigger? Work harder – more overtime, increase your skills… become somebody else – whatever it takes. The more you have the more you are – or can become- is that how it works, is that the equation? I am imagining a salary that is divided into bar graph amounts of saving and spending that talk to a budget like a fitness consultant – dolling out discipline – encouraging it to do one more push up, spend one less dollar at the super market- do without one lesss product….