A Poem by nigrum homonculus

this morning, i came home from work at 2am. i started work at 11am. tell me.....is that fair?


The mind tires as the body works harder.

The sun met me as I left the house

It didn’t wait for me as I left work.


Alone in the dark on crowded highstreets.

Pushing through the combine with aching arms.

Just like me they were, lights and clockwork.


Overworked I am,

Exhausted, drained, you name it.

Full time punching bag waiting for pay day.


Is it really worth it?


Is it really worth it.

© 2012 nigrum homonculus

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this is a fine example of your superb use of language, your ability to make such a draining reality, so vital in writing
I personally don't think that I possessed such abilites at your age
just outstanding
I sympathise, I admire

Posted 9 Years Ago

"Full time punching bag waiting for pay day."

That's f*****g good.

Posted 9 Years Ago

nigrum homonculus

9 Years Ago

thanks steven!
Get some rest bro

Posted 9 Years Ago

nigrum homonculus

9 Years Ago

pfft like i can
Yeah, it's worth it. Being dead broke sucks a*s.

Posted 9 Years Ago

nigrum homonculus

9 Years Ago

being dead from fatigue is worse:(

9 Years Ago

Haha true true.

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Added on December 25, 2012
Last Updated on December 25, 2012
Tags: work, tired


nigrum homonculus
nigrum homonculus

london, surrey, United Kingdom

i have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..