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srlive

My hope

Be ready to face the harshness of life. If you succeed, you will be happy, and I will always have hope that you did not give up, so you won
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
no giving up
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Unknown

Abandoned

You stand empty.
You stand silent.
Your windows broken.
Your machines scrapped.
Your workers gone.
The rails rusty,
The lots empty.
The lights off.
The smokestacks cold.
The gates locked.
The end reached.
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Posted: May 2022
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mcradloff

Burnout

Bu-bu-bu Burnout!
Burnin out, burn out, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
Burnin out, burnout, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
It's not just here, it all over the nation
Covid, Ukraine, and run away inflation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
But the workers had already headed out west
So the boss says yes
As for the rest of you
Let's all get to work and do the burnout!
Now I can't even think
And I can't even sleep
All of these hours got me feelin like a creep
But the homeless remind me it could be a lot worse
Even though, I still want to f@#$in curse
It just ain't fair
Well, look over there
Lots of other people doin the burnout!
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
A parody of Wipeout by the Fat Boys who did a parody of Wipeout by the Beach Boys.
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Oceanzest

The solace of a broken watermain

The day before yesterday the plumber came
to examine my drain
with the water running into it
day and night
he looked at me
I looked at him
its not coming from the pipes he said
it could be from under your concrete slab
or a broken pipe in your walls
either option sounded dreadful to me
I pictured mining under my house
or removing half my bathroom
I rang the insurance
$1,500 maximum cover
but he said dig down
beside the drain
and we will get a closer look
at that flow
call me back
Yesterday I dug
and there it was
the entry point for water
to my house
burst
miraculously
finding its way through the drain housing
and into the drain
plumber returned
easy fix
best Xmas present
a man could have
Merry Xmas all :)
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
adventures in plumbing
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mcradloff

Burnout

I used to work a 40 hour week for a livin
But now it's 54 hours this week
66 hours next week
Lots of extra money
But
I don't care about all of that
All I really want is my forty hours a week back
The money does add up
For those who enjoy being there then good for them
I don't like that place at all
It really is painful for me to be there any hours above the 40
Pain from the mean people, my hurt knees, feet, back, and head
Lack of sleep
Just being tired of being around all these fellas I'd wish I had never known
With the dollar losing it's value daily
It's no wonder many feel that working 40 hours a week for a livin
Just ain't a livin
It's just scraping by
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
There has a been a crunch at work lately, for the most part it has been pretty low on overtime in the last three years.
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DK1001

The Irrelevance of War

War would End if the Dead could Return...
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
This is a line I came across by an unknown source. The writer did not give his name. Anonymous.
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Oceanzest

Candy Cruiser

'69 Camaro
I'm working the block
candy cruiser
Glock under lock
these streets is hard
oil and cement
you gonna cross me
dog you better repent
red-haired and heels
she doing my deals
one tight b*tch
loyalty appeals
gonna branch out
get another city down
plan to franchise
I ain't no local clown
still I'm tiring of the game
tiring of the hate
500 G in the bank
to that I can relate
need a penthouse in the country
need some mountain air
the champagne sipping redhead
won't wait another year
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Posted: May 2021
About this poem:
having fun writing some rap lyrics
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mcradloff

Feeling the Pain

Backstabber got me bumped to the Weil
That word makes me feel like someone cut out my soul with a spoon
It never gets better
I just am resigned to a simple fact
People are mean
And they really enjoy screwing with you
I am certainly not alone
I have another I work with who is getting it too
She wouldn't even be working if not for her husband losing his job
He used to make over 150 grand a year till he was replaced by an Indian
The new employee would only need 70 grand
I don't know if the covid crisis was manufactured out of just meanness
Did China decide to ruin us?
Or did the governments of the world decide to wage a world war
A war against everybody
Everybody, that is that isn't a billionaire
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Bummed out again, at least I got to go home three hours early.
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mcradloff

Nine Years

I work
As I'm sure many people do
I have the day off to celebrate nine years of work at this company
My first question I had to ask myself
Were they nice to me?
Overall
I'm sick at the bad treatment I have recieved
But I could have said that at any time during my life
Except for the time I spent away from work from 2009 till early 2013
I did work at a ski resort for 24 days from November 2010 to February 2011
I did like it except I got paid an average of 1.25 when you figure in my expenses
10 dollars in gas a day, socks, boots, 7.00/hour taken out of my unemployment
I got to hug really pretty women when they need help off the lift
I got to eat anything I wanted to during my shift and drink free pop and hot cocoa
I was comfortable by myself sitting in a chair
I am thankful for the money, especially during the pandemic
I don't appreciate the masks which don't seem to be going away any time soon
I have over two years to go to beat my longest job, panwashing for 11.5 years
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
I remember mowing grass in 1988 and not knowing how much oil to add and filling it all the way up. The manager saw the smoke and kicked my off that job and back to the back in the dishroom.
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mcradloff

Slip Sliding Away

Slip Sliding Away
Slip Sliding Away
You know the farther your destination
The more you're slip sliding away
I am a man
I drive to a small town
The road wears a snow and ice covered sheet like a thorny crown
I said Platteville
I live in fear
The wind is so overpowering I'm afraid I will disappear
slip sliding away
I said a good day ain't got no snow
A bad day is when there's snow and ice and wind
And think of accidents that might have been
You know the farther your destination the more you're slip sliding away
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
A parody of Paul Simon's Slip Sliding Away. The winters in Wisconsin can make for some dangerous driving conditions.
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