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Cool for Cats

The cliché factory went union.
A landslide named the steward
the least original boy in town:
scratch bowler, good denim, a real
vision for the present. On his signal
the men wildcatted. Scabs tried
but batch after batch was too
sincere for ISO9000 quality.
Rumor rumbled a Senator's eyes
tested positive for tears without
his weekly shipment. In a month
they had a contract. Holiday
and hazard. Super Wal-Mart
in the parking lot. New coffee
machine and a local sports team
no less than 30% bums
to be damned by chatter
over coffee. Best of all, a high
school sweetheart guaranteed
after 15 years' service. The bosses
bridled, but in truth it felt—losing
in suits to the ragtag underdogs—
like the old days. Right as rain.

song prompt from Rena P