To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
Eyes like a whippet’s balls
HR man does his roll call,
Since Friday he’s been gunning
To hit this morning running.
A long, morose weekend
He’ll never recommend,
Confesses all day Sunday
To wishing it was Monday.
His live team-building shows
Mock Sisyphus’s throes,
How he took his labour ill
With his boulder on that hill.
For by HR’s broad shoulder,
He would have loved that boulder,
Can’t slavery be a ball?
All for one, and one for all?
Of course, we’d never praise
Chillaxed, enlightened ways,
Or make a futile fuss
At how HR belittles us,
(We’re losers, punks, dead-ends
Sluggards, nine-to-five’s friends)
To us, a pinch of salt
No point in finding fault,
Like Death, we can’t o’erthrow
A team-building road show.
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
by Christopher Norris


