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Best Poems About / On WORK
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A Collector Of Work.........................
Jhon Craig,
A collector of work
Accumilating work
Has become his passion
Some of his work
Years and years old
Still not a fingermark on them
I love to watch someone work, he says
I love to save work, he says
Still why
Is everyone calling him lazy bones?
He donot know
Jhon Craig
A lover of work
Taking great pride in his work
He takes it down now and then
Why? To dust it!
Still he boasts about
'No one keeps work
In a better preservation
Than I Do....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! '
(Based on a character in the story 3 men in a boat)
Reshma Dream Is Never A Crime................
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The Work Resistant Man
The knockers pigeon hole him as the work resistant man
And they say he has never worked and that work not in his future plan
And that he's one of those people who is softened from welfare
Just one of the bone lazy his type are everywhere.
But Mrs Blake the old age pensioner with them would not agree
He built her garden fence for her and his services were free
She could not afford to pay him but he said that is okay
And she will tell you men like him are very rare today.
On old John the octogenarian the years now taking toll
He cannot afford to pay for to mow his grass due to circumstances beyond his control
But the so called work resistant man he works for him for free
And John will tell you that there is no greater man than he.
He works for poor aged people who struggle to get by
And he never asks for money he is that sort of a guy
And though to work for wealthy factory boss not in his future plan
He is not what you would call a work resistant man.
Francis Duggan
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Praxis From Plaxis
Dominatrix on the axis climbs the tower of praxis. Momma said daddy plays the lone bone. Work it on a sister, if it works out for her, then work it on her brother. Might want to
watch yourself or they'll work it on your mother.
If this sounds somethin like s-e-triple x,
sailin off without redemption on the good ship Oedipus?
Look beyond these shores,
where you won't have to deal with petty, prudishness no more.
Beyond the sea, you could give it all away for a handling fee.
L'l sister could work it, little brother too. If it works pretty good,
Might work it on you, then work your moves on another. But,
you'd be best not to ply your shakey stanky magic on my old world step-n
ass-n
fetch it
grandmother.
Buddy Bee Anthony
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On A Seven-Day Diary
Oh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn't worth this 'word.'
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.
Alan Dugan
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