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Fuck Work

Posted to Action Poetry

Foggy night walks,
useless steps for cash--
carried by heavy, graceless feet
knocking pavement pepples, pissed
Walking those blocks,
over wet cobblestone and cement--
ruthless malevolence with every exhale;
knowing, seeing, this as life:

day in day out
late nights
late days
dreary eyelids
bleary eyes
blurred vision --
Here, among lost souls,
one drags with hope and one thought