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Here I sit swamped by a forest of numbers, text and paper
perplexed, and most definately stuck
for I am a man stuck to his desk chair,
free to leave but compelled to come back
for one thing only,
money,
the corporal fuel of everyday life
fattening the wallets of few
tightening the belts of many.
''Work is good for you'' they say,
my unloving mother and that bitter wife
if they were in my shoes, they would be in despair.
disgusted by this sentiment, I tried to quit
but I am still stuck to my desk chair
looking on at my fellow colleagues,
at the intern that is jamming paper into the scanner
reminding me of when I first started,
but now i'm screaming to be free
oh the irony
I am old
with aching limbs
unable to do any good in the world
I should have become a doctor, I tell myself in pity.
so here I sit once again
swamped by this forest of numbers, text and paper
bored, in-denial and most definately stuck.
By Sadie - Sama
- by sadie-sama |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/31/2009 |
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- Title: The conventions of a man
- Artist: sadie-sama
- Description: the full name is The conventions of a man stuck in his desk chair, this is a poem i made in english !!! the theme is work
- Date: 03/31/2009
- Tags: conventions stuck work
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