Best Poems About / On WORK
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Got To Go To Work
gotta go to work
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gotta go to work
repeatedly, until u want to stop
By: Ashley jones
Ashley Jones
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
Youre fired! He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangmans rope!
So now Im free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Mark R Slaughter
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: Awake!
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro mud and clay, I pondered:
Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.
I thought again: And still I pay.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
O how I
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Mark R Slaughter
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up
work me out
work me flip side down
Work me here
work me there
work me with renown
Work me hot
work me greedy
work me through and through
Work me to the very marrow
work me just like I'd work you
Work me proud
work me late
work me do not hesitate
Won't you let me work for you
Work me til I'm black and blue
Work me steady, work me needy
work me to a lather
Work me til my backbone breaks
and the buzzards gather
Work me in, work me under
work me til I bleed
Work me over red hot coals
work me like a boss in need
Work me nasty
work me silly
work me through the clover
Work me upside down 'n' in between into a slipknot Sweet Jehovah
Work me work me go ahead
Work me work me til I'm dead
Buddy Bee Anthony
Buddy Bee Anthony
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