Answer The Question!

Will it be worth the struggle
To knead and pummel
Tumbling words
For fifty pounds?
Though double the rates
Of wage-slaves
And much, much more than
Free mothering
Unnoticed every night.
There’s no outcry about that, I cry
Silently, as the irony
Swirls around the plug-hole of my thoughts.
And will it be worth
Swiping off your ‘Do not disturb’ mask
To fling these words crushed
like ice into your face?
I’ll answer the question,
Just give me five.