each new morning i arise
to rub the darkness from my eyes.
groggily i drag myself
from comfy bed to bathroom shelf
where in the mirror i half see
my dreams and then i half see me.
i shower, dress, and cough - awake -
the sleep and pollen sure do make
my day begin as i resist
the rising sun and clearing mist.
off to work after swift kiss
this job makes me mad as piss.
before lunch i sit and play
card games, poems, emails stay
my number one, in terms of fun,
and then it's lunch time, time to run!
the afternoon, my work' s begun.
but not too much, it's more like "un"
work. yes, that's right, i must admit
my job is lame, i have a fit
every time my boss says "hey".
i want to run far far away.
and so my question now is this:
do your jobs make you boo and hiss?
(i want to see some poetic verse about your jobs
and how they make you feel (happy, stressed, nauseous, etc.).
please comment in the "comments" section. thank you.)
8 comments:
An Ode to Polymers, Benzyne, and Petrochemicals
About my job I've not much to say
Typing and clicking makes up my day.
The task I enjoy the very most
Is my thrice-weekly walk to retrieve the post.
Policy papers, fliers, the occasional letter--
Just run of the mill, there's something much better.
It arrives, mis-addressed, every other week
A bright spot of light on a desktop so bleak.
It's "CMR" to those in-the-know
Chemical Market Reporter, to those who are slow.
True, I do not work in that industry
But CMR is interesting to me.
It turns my grey skies into blue
When I receive my new issue!
very good donut! you receive an A++, and i will make you any special alcoholic beverage you desire when you come into town for the factory worker's graduation. that is your reward...we're getting tanked together, you better believe it. word. i'm so proud of you!
very good donut! you receive an A++, and i will make you any special alcoholic beverage you desire when you come into town for the factory worker's graduation. that is your reward...we're getting tanked together, you better believe it. word. i'm so proud of you!
Ode to the endless job fair
job fair, cattle call
I'm not special, not at all.
Hire me, Need me
However, I must be paid a small mandatory fee.
I've found what I like, what I can do, and I'm good
will they see it, I think they should.
I want to teach and make a some bucks.
To bad I only interview with stupid fucks.
and for your efforts, factory worker, you shall receive a lifetime perscription to sports illustrated, swimsuit edition. (at least i'd buy it for you if i had the money - it's the thought that counts, right?) you too get an A++, and you can join the donut and i on our binge drinking extravaganza on may 13th.
and for your efforts, factory worker, you shall receive a lifetime perscription to sports illustrated, swimsuit edition. (at least i'd buy it for you if i had the money - it's the thought that counts, right?) you too get an A++, and you can join the donut and i on our binge drinking extravaganza on may 13th.
and for your efforts, factory worker, you shall receive a lifetime perscription to sports illustrated, swimsuit edition. (at least i'd buy it for you if i had the money - it's the thought that counts, right?) you too get an A++, and you can join the donut and i on our binge drinking extravaganza on may 13th.
I think poet 1 must have a stutter.
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