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 an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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