Poem -

The Otter

The Otter

Like an
Otter
Who batters 
The glass 
Inside an
Aquarium 
My inner energy
Builds 
Waiting for
An opportunity 
To be released.

Circular laps
imitating 
A natural 
Environment
Does not
take 
Away
The facts
that 
The sea specimen 
Is not free
So is The
Plight of
The intellect 
​​​​Who's position
AS a supervisor 
Is well below
His education
And experience

Suppressed by
The zoo keeper
from time to time
His skills
Attracts
An audience's 
delight
Yet his
Talent and Ambitions
are always kept 
Under wraps
Keeping the chain
of command
In control
by the less
Competent 

Admission 
Prices to The
aquarium 
Are rather high
Yet local citizens 
Get an incredible 
Discount
Much like
giving Training 
To a room full
of employees
The curriculum 
Is at an Ivy league level
But the cost is at 
A reduced rate 
Of 17.00 an hour

Leaves a different 
Spin on things
As  being a spectator 
To another's 
Demise.....

I want to be at my level
I want to be free
 

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Tony Taylor

Big Smiles..... a head scratching kind of insightful look through varying analogies and metaphors at the "Plight of the Intellect"....I especially liked the "Admission prices to the aquarium..." as a kind of peek through keyhole at the price we will all eventually have to pay for simply being a contributing soldier in this, the army of "The Democratic Way"!! (smiles).....I hope I didn't go to far overboard in trying to interpret this write my friend!!......ALWAYS a pleasure reading your stuff G!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?❤

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Thank you brother. I am currently way below my education and experience.  I have been struggling with this.  My supervisors are way below my education and experience. They love me because I provide a lot to the department but they suppress me from rising 

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