The Job Poem by Thabani Khumalo
The Job
Physical and frustrating –
The job that I do.
I work and not poo –
I work and not pee,
I tire where I rest,
I squat where I sleep,
I starve where I eat
That there is but one thing to do;
To leave the job and wait for death.
Physical and frustrating –
The job that I do.
As heavy as a block –
A big block of stone
Rolled onto my path
For me to trip and fall
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