Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work Poem by Mark R Slaughter
Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
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 me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
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!
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***
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
How - self-employed - may engineer a dsimissal? Oh fair Camelot! be kind to me! I like the wit and feeling here.
sounds like mom everyday, I should show her this poem later, nice poetry
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4/26/2024 6:13:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My message to you - 'Dream On'.Try it please.