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a poem for antiwork

be gentle my fellow redditors. I have the sad.   Heavy is the head that wears the crown Deep in sorrows will he drown Weighed deeply up’n by serfdom and worries With none to lift him in his ghastly flurries Weighed by debt, and bills and life Just one beside him he calls wife But working her own job and handling kids The job he has is to provide the bids Pay the mortgage and phone and card Keeping with the Jones’s Avant-Garde   A man’s duty is to provide While the dream inside does not abide It dies within him slow then fast His dreams at this rate will not last Some of grandeur, and others modest His abilities and skills the absolute broadest But what you dream and what you do Are twain all the way through and through The two won’t meet no matter how you try…


be gentle my fellow redditors. I have the sad.

 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown

Deep in sorrows will he drown

Weighed deeply up’n by serfdom and worries

With none to lift him in his ghastly flurries

Weighed by debt, and bills and life

Just one beside him he calls wife

But working her own job and handling kids

The job he has is to provide the bids

Pay the mortgage and phone and card

Keeping with the Jones’s Avant-Garde

 

A man’s duty is to provide

While the dream inside does not abide

It dies within him slow then fast

His dreams at this rate will not last

Some of grandeur, and others modest

His abilities and skills the absolute broadest

But what you dream and what you do

Are twain all the way through and through

The two won’t meet no matter how you try

The debt collector calls but he cannot cry

 

Struggle on through with overtime

Working even through the lunch bell’s chime

Doomed never to achieve

Shackled to his desk to never leave

 

America’s dream been downtrodden

By capitalist abuse turned rotten

A man will struggle his every day

Until at rest, in his grave, he lay

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