Work

What you gotta do is, work

tell them what to do, work

tell me what to do, work

you need to create, work

you have to make money, work

you need to make it, work

take another piece of you

and replace it with a piece

of society

 

then consume

take a bite of society’s

opium, inhale a piece

dream a little, forget,

lie down for a second

 

but only for a second.

 

Get up, pull yourself up

pick up that shovel, your

grave isn’t going to dig itself,

work.

Reviews

[Rebecca Garber]

I was intrigued by the repetition and the wording of this poem. I believed it is one hundred percent true in all aspects. When you wrote this wee you meaning it to be altered, and interpreted in many different ways. I mean i see this in multiple different views, so i hope you don't take offense to it when i said what i said. I still enjoyed your piece tremendously.

[Soma-ko]

Of course not! :D

There are always more than one way to see things, and I'm glad you liked it.

[Rebecca Garber]

Thank you. I really hope that you keep writing. I really enjoy your poems.

[Soma-ko]

Aw, I'm glad you do, and I hope to keep writing for a long time :)

[Rebecca Garber]

Thank you i will. I know i have not added any lately but i have been extremely busy. I promise to keep writing.