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Workaday Warrior
Contributed by
spike
on
Wednesday, 14th September 2005 @ 06:25:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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I see you there across my desk,
Smirking with your ego-pride
Hiding behind your Janus mask,
Your presence I can scant abide
What a waste is all I think,
Your life a foul residue
All that good air turned to stink,
A sour taste of inner you.
In other times I’d strike you dead,
No pretence that you are my peer
Run a pike up through your head,
Gut you like a fallen deer
Instead I just politely smile,
Careful not to give you cause
Drinking back the rising bile,
Our conventions turned us into whores.
Lives now lived in tight confines,
Of laws and social decoupage
Wolfish howls now churlish whines,
That lattes don’t come extra large
Frightened by what makes us tick,
Believing that we must abide
Repression only makes us sick,
Spoiling all the strength inside
But in our blood are hunters still,
Nature red in tooth and claw
That placed us high on victors’ hill,
And made us what we now abhor
Sometimes then, when PCs freeze,
I lean back in my form-fit chair
And dream of smiting my enemies,
With sharpened teeth and well worn spear.
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spike
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2005-09-14 06:25:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Workaday Warrior
(User Rating: 1 ) by Archie on
Sunday, 18th September 2005 @ 08:17:14 AM AEST (User
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I have the perfect response to your poem.
"Friends are complaining all day
saying the boss is unfair
they ask me how I feel about it
I tell them I don't really care
This place is just my job
when I'm done i punch the clock
that's when the real fun's to begin
I go into the music store
and buy the cd's I adore
then i go home and start to sing"
Quote from "At the end of the work week"
and my feelings about work that I wrote around a year ago.
At work I was popular for singing. I wrote 42 songs last year and that is 42 bad things I did not say about my co-workers or boss. That might work for you too. |
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