Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Poetry: "Dead End Job" A Work in Progress

Poetry: "Dead End Job" A Work in Progress

The pay is low.
Even worse is Respect.
It seems my future has been wrecked.
With a Dead-End Job, what do you expect?... (to be cont'd?)

"Second-Hand Smoke" A Work in Progress

Acrid smoke wafts in the air.
About my lungs, smoke fiends don't care.
In the end they'll pay the fare. [Get lung cancer or emphysema, etc.]
But extinguish their smokes, I wouldn't dare... (to be cont'd?)

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