Mark R Slaughter


Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
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Comments about Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work by Mark R Slaughter

  • Joseph Sanchez (4/28/2014 11:23:00 AM)

    A saving spirit of hope:
    ‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
    This wondrous hangman’s rope!

    So now I’m free, released from all this
    Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
    Eternal peace and rest for (Report) Reply

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  • Harindhar Reddy (9/18/2013 5:55:00 AM)

    It's a honor to read this poem! (Report) Reply

  • Anie Vans (3/18/2012 10:07:00 PM)

    I smiled all through the poem, then simply laughed at the end. (Report) Reply

  • Martin O'Neill Martin O'Neill (3/5/2012 5:00:00 PM)

    How - self-employed - may engineer a dsimissal? Oh fair Camelot! be kind to me!
    I like the wit and feeling here. (Report) Reply

  • Marcella D (11/23/2009 3:50:00 AM)

    sounds like mom everyday, I should show her this poem later, nice poetry (Report) Reply

  • Cecilia Real Cecilia Real (10/20/2009 2:20:00 AM)

    Work-sleep-work.....suddenly it becomes the strong winds in a storm. Where is fun? Where is purpose? Where is essence?

    Yes, people at work do feel these things. Work-sleep-work but then what if we also try another rhythm sleep-eat-sleep-eat. After some time it would also become boring.

    Work-sleep-work and break then back to work-sleep-work and break and so on and so forth.

    I love the poem. It's like the whole office is shouting for BREAK!
    A 10! (Report) Reply

  • Sally Plumb Plumb (3/28/2009 10:47:00 AM)

    My message to you - 'Dream On'.Try it please. (Report) Reply

  • ***poor little copycat*** (2/28/2009 1:01:00 PM)

    i couldn't possibly agree more. it feels like my own life is exactly the same way, and there's never any time for lesiure or relaxation. it's just work, work, and yet more work... everything becomes so pedantic, repetitive, and boring, and the purpose of life can no longer be seen; for why would we have been brought into the world just to suffer? maybe it's to make us appreciate the coming of death more...nice write, a 10 from me
    ***lil copycat*** (Report) Reply

  • T. L. (2/11/2009 6:02:00 AM)

    A poem that people can relate to. (Report) Reply








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