"Th e Squeaky Hinge Gets Pissed ON", "The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease", Caste, Chains, Honor In Work, Job Title, Little Guy, Manual Labor, Natural Order, Pay, Platitudes, Royalty, Rule Of Kings, Ruling Race, Socioeconomic Status
Reluctant little hinge with voice cacophonous
Protestingly screeched as hard labor did persist,
“I’m just two simple plates held together by pin,
Worked hard for centuries and still no place I’ve been.”
Task that hinge was made for, honorable and true;
“No reason job well done should draw protest out of you.”
“Where’s honor or glory in swinging all these years?
Sick of petty platitudes; words fall on deafened ears.”
I reasoned Natural Order and the Rule of Kings,
Threw in ditty ‘bout oaks from tiny acorns spring.
Hardworking little hinge declared he’d had enough,
“Past time to throw off chains, Natural Order you can stuff!”
My first temptation, as member of ruling race,
Clamp down on squeaky hinge, no oil would he taste.
Collected thoughts a moment, recalled I was boss;
Winning game plan? Other hinges tempt him to cross!
Solution I planted, in obsequies way,
Was grant him job title but no increase in pay.
Creaky little hinge was now all puffed with great pride:
Squeaky rabble rouser now Tory till he dies.