Work the Rut

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    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 the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

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

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