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Wage Slave
Sleeping, sleeping, waking and washing, eating,
driving, working, eating and working, working,
driving, driving, eating and sleeping, sleeping.
Again and - Oh God!
driving, working, eating and working, working,
driving, driving, eating and sleeping, sleeping.
Again and - Oh God!
Published 21st Jan 2020
Author's Note
Exercising the sapphic form to express a typical working day.
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22nd Jan 2020 10:24pm
And 150 years ago technology was (and ever since has been and still is) promised to deliver a life of increased leisure time for all and less sweated labour. Huh? Now it's nano- and gene-technology which we are told will finally usher in the age of comfort ... if only we will sacrifice that bit more for that bit longer it will all come finally to glorious fruition (I don't think so). {I'm currently reading Charles Eisenstein's "The Ascent of Humanity"} :))
27th Jan 2020 9:11pm
29th Mar 2020 10:53am
I can totally relate... it sucks. Check out my own poem about similar matters, if you get some time:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/343812-working-class-hero/
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/343812-working-class-hero/
29th Mar 2020 11:00am
I remember writing it when it was dark and cold earlier in the year when I wasn't furloughed.
