Workman's Blues

Sore head,
Feeling
Dead on
The bed.
Wracking
Up the hours,
No real
Superhero's powers.
Body clock
Twisted and
Torn,
Staring up
At the white
ceiling
Wondering
"Is this why I
Was born"?
That love hate
Relationship work.
Shifts early in
The day way
Before morning
clouds
Do form.
Shifts late in
The evening
When the clouds
Roll away and
Dissappear
For their sleep.
Shifts deep
Into the night
Though inside
I just wish to weep.
No money doesn't
Grow on the
Glorious trees.
I'm the working man's blues
Down on bended
Knees
Where there's no
Given ease.

 
Written by Ryan Smith on 10/10/18

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