Posted: March 4, 2014 in Poem
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tired somber sounds croak from between my lips
I tighten my belt and fantasize over bacon smelt
as I rise for the day and beg to be paid
less than what I am worth
more than they think I deserve
a point of contention arises
but my self-worth is solidified
by clients amazement and pride
in the work I now provide
won’t they be surprised
when I leave for another
with a longer ride
but more money to satisfy
the most lavish of things
like food and fuel
fix it up tools
my wariness must go
as so shall I

Leave your mark or go for a walk. Both sound pretty nice.

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