Time to retire
a sudden moth
on my hand
who works so gray
so late
Poèmes sur le thème : work
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Employment
I had some experience
the breadth of the whole meadow
and we were all kin at the burial
my hole my hand my feet
Dream job
time to sleep
the work I spend hours in
my father and others
go through my mind
and I receive their legacy
of evening
Grind
times touch and trouble us
where we move
melancholy as an ox
the work done for the office
the office never off
Corporate tool
in the arms of the corporation
I found myself
a contract I am
resolved not to alter
they understand me
and all who feel only half made
Outlook
work shall make work
a dog after a deer
blue as ice
the globe ages
through eight governments
in the death-bed dream
of a hangman
Graveyard shift
we pay for the morning
in unaware work
day is a hollow dance
the world makes
my heart give me
a few ordinary words
but do it in writing
the nights run faster than ink
Creature
wrought in bed
I continue working
a fire in the wind
a used tool
Breadwinner
my absence
at dinner after dinner
ate me up
work is an ogre
Functionary
what might I sign to once
without the least care or need
it was good to have an office
many people to moo
and my way laid out
like ground for cattle to use
Open-air cure
all the dull work that may kill
I do dully
I am going into the country
the old marl of knowing
how I ought to walk
to be repaired
with any humor
with any other time
Office worker blues
looking over papers
my gaze is as lost
as a lost foot
on a road like a held tongue
a man can sit so long
he is a stranger to the light
show me a broadside
ready to burn down Monday
find me an F U C K
those four letters born in a whip