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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Rating: 4.2

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.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sally Plumb Plumb 28 March 2009

My message to you - 'Dream On'.Try it please.

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Cecilia Real 20 October 2009

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!

15 8 Reply

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***

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T. L. 11 February 2009

A poem that people can relate to.

13 4 Reply
Joseph Sanchez 28 April 2014

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

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Harindhar Reddy 18 September 2013

It's a honor to read this poem!

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Anie Vans 18 March 2012

I smiled all through the poem, then simply laughed at the end.

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Martin O'Neill 05 March 2012

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

13 8 Reply
Marcella D 23 November 2009

sounds like mom everyday, I should show her this poem later, nice poetry

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