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God Forbid
Morbid morbid
Life is morbid
God forbid
That I smile
Working my fingers to the bone
Not enough
Hours on end
Its still not enough
The boss wants more
This carousel keeps moving
Round and round
Just like the world
Round and round
Never stopping for breath
Certificates of nothing
Hanging on walls
The new picture gallery
Mindless humourless
Endless mirrors no reflection
In offices filled with gloom
No windows no light
Sucking the life out of me
A workhouse
For the new generation
No peace from the phone
Little secrecy from the camera
They got you got you
At their mercy
At their every beck and call
Life is morbid
God forbid
That I smile
Working my fingers to the bone
Not enough
Hours on end
Its still not enough
The boss wants more
This carousel keeps moving
Round and round
Just like the world
Round and round
Never stopping for breath
Certificates of nothing
Hanging on walls
The new picture gallery
Mindless humourless
Endless mirrors no reflection
In offices filled with gloom
No windows no light
Sucking the life out of me
A workhouse
For the new generation
No peace from the phone
Little secrecy from the camera
They got you got you
At their mercy
At their every beck and call
Published 14th Jun 2020
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14th Jun 2020 2:02pm
"Endless mirrors no reflection"
"A workhouse/For the new generation"
Two of my favorite lines from this great piece.
"A workhouse/For the new generation"
Two of my favorite lines from this great piece.
14th Jun 2020 4:52pm
15th Jun 2020 8:40am
There is sooooooooooo much here in this spill !!!
2nd stanza had me remembering the days of working as a mgr on salary - 18 hr shifts!!!
4th stanza had me smirky smiling and thinking about the 22 Lts of Reprimand i framed and hung on my dorm room wall in the US Air Force - lol
5th - took me back to a time i worked 2 floors beneath the surface of the ground level floor in the " Gold room "
& great way to sum it all up in Your final stanza, Brother!!
thank You for taking me down memory lane
(the mouse-trap and the rat-race)
2nd stanza had me remembering the days of working as a mgr on salary - 18 hr shifts!!!
4th stanza had me smirky smiling and thinking about the 22 Lts of Reprimand i framed and hung on my dorm room wall in the US Air Force - lol
5th - took me back to a time i worked 2 floors beneath the surface of the ground level floor in the " Gold room "
& great way to sum it all up in Your final stanza, Brother!!
thank You for taking me down memory lane
(the mouse-trap and the rat-race)
Anonymous
15th Jun 2020 9:03pm
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16th Feb 2022 7:07am
It's definitely a rat race, C.... You nailed that, perfectly.
Nicely poeted, glad you bumped to share with us again.
Don't work too hard!
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
Nicely poeted, glad you bumped to share with us again.
Don't work too hard!
🌹 - 💙
xo
B
