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I work all day,
I come home.
I work at home,
I go to sleep.
Even in my dreams I work.
I work, and work, and work.
I get ridiculed for my work,
I always expect it.
What is my job?
I'm not sure,
I wish I could take a journey to the shore.
I have no time,
Not now at least,
This world is empty,
As is it's belief.
I cannot stand some people's arrogance.
Just one more thing,
When will I get a break?
- by MikeyMike90 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/19/2009 |
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- Title: A Break
- Artist: MikeyMike90
- Description: I made this one up as I was typing. Good? No, horrible. But it's kind of a rant, and took me a total of 15 minutes to write. No edits, just straight through typing. Actually, edited one time total. Because I put the poem in the desc, and the desc in the poem. Woohoo! :sweat:
- Date: 07/19/2009
- Tags: break
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Arc En Licorne - 07/25/2009
- i like it. it sounds like some one is controling u & u cant do any thing bout it. it sounds like life
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- majesticangel07 - 07/21/2009
- Mindless rants are awesome. I liked this... strangely... lol
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- HTOB - 07/21/2009
- have more mystery in your writing have a hidden underlay to the words on the page
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