Work the Rut


  • Angst

    Work the Rut

    Everyday I tap my snooze
    Twice but even so I lose
    More sleep because I say up late
    A work night doesn't set me straight

    A robot driving into war
    On monday it's a another tour
    I'm striving but I'm going nowhere
    Just make it through the fiscal year

    Another brick is all I am
    A faceless mass of bone and jam
    Oh in my mind I'm so enlightened
    But to the Man I'm slight and frightened

    I live to work and work to live
    I take but not more than I give
    I make them dough and take my cut
    The best I can, I work the rut.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    joeallegro’s Poems (11)

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    Missing Home 1
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