Don'T Wanna Work Today - Poem by Dwight Jenkins
I'm turning my blood into coffee
But there's not enough beans to be found
I go to the men's room to blow my old nose
And it bleeds Fair Trade Organic brown
People were not meant to work every day
But only as much as they wish
The rest should be... REST, with some reading and play
There must be a way to do this?
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