Forty Years Of Hard Labor
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The man asked,
“What do you for a living?”
As if this world,
Was just of taking and giving.
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I’ve been to schools,
With the biggest of fools.
I’ve dug a hole,
With torn body and soul.
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In so many ventures,
I’ve dared though scared.,
And there are so many things,
That I’ve repaired.
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I’ve labored,
In the aisles of a grocery store,
Until my feet were sore,
And I could take no more.
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I saw an old woman,
Steal a can,
And I never reported it,
To the “man”.
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I’ve started cars,
That wouldn’t crank.
And I’ve been inside,
A septic tank.
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I built cabinets,
For a teacher,
Who hated a child,
Raped by a preacher.
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I’ve paddled a boat,
For a tight-assed goat.
And dug many a ditch,
For a son-of-a bitch.
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For innocent children,
I’ve taken the time,
To repair their bikes,
And not charged a dime.
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I swept floors,
And gave my money to whores,
As if I had money to burn.
But never took pleasures in return.
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I hoed a garden for the aged,
From a code of giving.
But “this” isn’t considered,
“Making a living”.
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I’ve welded, molded,
And bent steel with my hand,
Trying to prove,
My worth as a man.
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I’ve adjusted brakes,
Repaired the gears.
I’ve worked my ass off,
Through wasted years.
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I drove a truck for a spell,
For Ralph Morrell.
I went to a war,
I call Vietnam Hell.
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I was married to a shrew,
Who wouldn’t screw,
But always had chores,
For me to do.
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I’ve had beautiful visions,
As I’ve sat in the prisons.
I’ve been left in the lurch,
By government and church.
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Sometimes I’m happy. Sometimes I’m pissed.
And though I sometimes shake my fist,
Mine is a life not lived,
And mine is a life that is never missed.
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I shirk, no work,
Like our lazy leaders,
Who applaud hard work,
But are merely “bottom feeders”.
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Though I’ve built my own home,
I’ve not seen it in years.
And it’s hard to see,
Through so many tears.
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I have a pick-up truck I seldom use.
I can’t afford gas, just to cruise.
And here I am at 62.
And I still haven’t worked enough for you.
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Forty years of hard labor,
And what do you get?
A country and family,
Who are quick to forget.
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~Micky Dee~
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I had this rock put in this very spot.
I built the house/inn below.
I planted most of the plants and trees.
I haven't seen this rock in years.
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