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Work Days
Contributed by
flavellm
on
Wednesday, 14th November 2012 @ 03:46:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Here he comes now
sharp suit and penetrating eyes
one of he cigar men.
I can see this mornings plums
have lost their succulence
as he chokes on the dusty debris
kicked up in a manner rude
by the frenzied endeavours of a worker
Now Perturbed
by the stale stench of sweat
as he paces past our cloakroom
towards our office area
still not up to his standards
Today he's meeting our workers
this is his occasional courtesy call
and he's prepared all of his sickly platitudes
but in the boardroom we are still described
as insignificant, dispensible and born with bad genes
The workers are in the canteen
stirring milk powder into sugarless tea
and observing their pale reflections in pictureless frames
I've seen the way he flinches in their presence
But they all thing the sun shines out of his behind
the type of man who lightens the burden of his conscience
with a credit card behind a bar at christmas
theres sometimes dregs of genuine appreciation
dregs, dregs scraped from the skid-marks of his decaying dignity
He cracks the whip
and we skip
with our servile smile
and our desperate manner
the sponge he squeezes
has been squeezed dry
I've felt the sting
when it's wringed
I think of a family
I don't see enough
The way we devour our tin-foil dinners
with whatever time we have spare
The way we haul our orders
around at the end of the day
with whatever energy we have left
all that gets us through is the thought
of a bit of peace on the weekend
a drink, a smoke, a laugh, a few bets
and the thought of our holidays coming up
the caravan in north wales we havn't paid up for yet
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flavellm
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2012-11-14 15:46:52] (Date/Time posted on
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