• Entry Sample 16.07.2007

    As a hardy young man…of nearly sixteen years,
         “Package boy” leads my formal worklife.
    If again, I begun, there’s nothing I would change.
         There is no wrong!…blocking a thing–right!

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    As a hardy young man…of nearly sixteen years,
    “Package boy” leads my formal worklife.
    If again, I begun, there’s nothing I would change.
    There is no wrong!…blocking a thing–right!

    Experience soon taught me…of “worldly things.”
    Contrary to belief, but, the devil is right.
    “Work!”…is an odd pleasure–a series of “stings.”
    If you don’t believe–me!, ask my wife.

    What a perfect delight–an endeavor of “work.”
    Bringing fresh food to a sheltered home.
    Where the family lives, and plays fun together;
    While a strange “bread winner” eats alone.

    This poem intends…NO disgruntled complaint.
    But rather loosely,…happiness in “the red.”
    In a peculiar twist of fate, “work” is…what it ain’t.
    Digging a congenial “hole” for my bed.

    Now, tell me quickly: Is life OK in the “fast lane?”
    Out there!…where “work” is “getting a head?”
    Then, deny this fact: the harder I seem to “work”,
    The deeper goes…digging a “hole”…in “the red.”

    Every “paycheck”…is a step in the right direction.
    My beloved family unites with “Uncle Sam.”
    The task of “spinning wheels” is a spindle pleasure.
    But now!…somebody please, tell me who I am.

    One step forward…as ten goes the opposite way.
    Each “paycheck” obviously belong to another.
    If I work a bit harder, possibly, I could “get ahead.”
    Not!…in going forward,…but in the other.

    It’s not enough…to be “taxed” until I bleed to death;
    Legal robbers take a healthy chunk of bread.
    Of course; I understand! It’s legal to live and to die.
    Now consider: “spinning wheels” in “the red?”

    “Help!…Help!” Friend or foe, will somebody please!
    There’s a thief robbing me “until I am blind.”
    Oh, never mind. The system takes a measure of rights.
    Anyway!…what I’m working for–isn’t mine.

    So what!…if I have not. I’ve enjoyed the task of “work.”
    It’s a “labor of love”…to please the life of others.
    However, there is an insignificant thing to consider.
    In this “hole”…it won’t belong…before I smother.

    Oh well, who cares to notice?!…”Work” is not an issue.
    Life is only a business; nobody’s gentle concern.
    Here’s an obvious “fact of life”: consuming is filled.
    Business is not a love type…of gratitude to earn.

    Don’t get me wrong! That!…refuses to abide.
    “The red” condition, in a “hole”…is lots of fun.
    Even “spinning wheels” is not so chronically bad.
    But, “broke!”, I must admit…is a “hell-of-a-run.”
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