With Apologies to Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that old minimum wage,
Old age should burn and rage at close of workday;
Rage, rage against the insufficiency of the wage.

Though wise ones know a proper wage is sage,
Because Democrat words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that old minimum wage.

Good workers, the last wave by, crying how to gauge
Their frail deeds of labor danced in a green workway,
Rage, rage against the insufficiency of the wage.

Wild ones who taught GOP speech to asuage,
learned, too late, and grieved legislation on its way,
Do not go gentle into that old minimum wage.

Grave workers, near 6 PM, who see with blind outrage
their interests blaze like meteors and be tossed away,
Rage, rage against the insufficiency of the wage.

And you, my father, there on the sad payday,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce Republican tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that old minimum wage.
Rage, rage against insufficiency of the wage.