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A Job
I'm back at that job again
The one I had from May 13, 2007
To December 18, 2008
It still scares the hell out of me
I worked in one area for Monday and Tuesday
I was put in a less scary area for Wednsday thru Saturday
The job is confusing
I can't figure it out
I worked it before
Spent one year and two months
I'm no further ahead than I was then
I go there feeling like a schmuck
Because I am in desperate need of some bucks
Can't get that fear out of my soul
Feels like my mind's in a blender and my heart has a hole
Why didn't I tough it out when I was a teacher
The place reeks of death and I can't shake that doomed feeling
I at least get off at 3:30 P.M.
For now at least
I know I should be appreciative that I at least have a job
And I do appreciate that I have money coming back again
I just wish I wasn't working for a buck less an hour
Than I did in 2007
The one I had from May 13, 2007
To December 18, 2008
It still scares the hell out of me
I worked in one area for Monday and Tuesday
I was put in a less scary area for Wednsday thru Saturday
The job is confusing
I can't figure it out
I worked it before
Spent one year and two months
I'm no further ahead than I was then
I go there feeling like a schmuck
Because I am in desperate need of some bucks
Can't get that fear out of my soul
Feels like my mind's in a blender and my heart has a hole
Why didn't I tough it out when I was a teacher
The place reeks of death and I can't shake that doomed feeling
I at least get off at 3:30 P.M.
For now at least
I know I should be appreciative that I at least have a job
And I do appreciate that I have money coming back again
I just wish I wasn't working for a buck less an hour
Than I did in 2007
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Regretting my job decisions I have made in my life. I think really the thing that haunts me most is my acute shyness around people. It has plaqued me my entire life. I am jealous of people who have social skills and smarts with tools.
The Master Carpenter
The carpenter went out into the woods
he was looking for a very special tree
not quite sure what he wanted he wandered
checking out various types shaking his head
deeper and deeper until in a sunny clearing
he saw just the one this would make the frame
chopping it down then into different lengths
he carted it back piece by piece to the valley
a sturdy log cabin with handcrafted furniture
only a master carpenter can achieve this detail
each sculptured piece was placed by his hand
making a thing of beauty that blended in well
from far and wide they came to buy his furniture
each intricate piece carved to fit and enhance
a happy man this carpenter living contentedly
in the woods doing what he loved best of all
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
the skill of a master carpenter is amazingGoing to the Bathroom
I like to slack off
I really do
I brownnose the boss
And compliment him too
My coworker are so jealous
Of all the work I don't do
They don't know the game like I do
Cause I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
Morale is low and I know why
Cause I'm always in the bathroom
They have to do their work and mine
I don't care cause I make the most pay
It's not how hard you work but who the boss likes
That's why I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
That's right
I'm going to the bathroom I love
I really do
I brownnose the boss
And compliment him too
My coworker are so jealous
Of all the work I don't do
They don't know the game like I do
Cause I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
Morale is low and I know why
Cause I'm always in the bathroom
They have to do their work and mine
I don't care cause I make the most pay
It's not how hard you work but who the boss likes
That's why I'm going to the bathroom
And I'm gonna sit on my throne
Going to the bathroom and I'm gonna slack off
Going to the bathroom and read the newspaper
Going to the bathroom I love
That's right
I'm going to the bathroom I love
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
A parody of Going to the Chapel. I had this coworker back at a job I had up till 2006 and he would do this constantly. He did get written up once, but still continued to do this. I figure he worked about half his shift and the other half did stuff like this to get out of work and he was the highest paid. He was also my favorite coworker which shows how bad some of my coworkers were.Depressed Factory Worker
Every day I go to work it gets worse
Always worse
The boss yells at me
I ask why do you yell at me
He says because I like to yell
I work on factory next to criminals
One is on work release for driving drunk
One is on work release for selling crack
One is on work release for selling pot
I do have women working there
One knocked out my coworker for grabbing her
So he wakes up and she quits
Another one look like vampire who wants to bite me on the neck
My boss looks like Saddam Hussain
Did he shave off his mustache and go on Jenny Craig?
The heat and the stress are unbelievable
One guy fell down on the ground from heart attack
Another guy committed suicide
Two other guys died in auto wreck after working seven days a week
For months on end
I ask my coworker who was in Iraq if this place is better
He says to me
I would rather be in Iraq than be here
It is less stressful
Always worse
The boss yells at me
I ask why do you yell at me
He says because I like to yell
I work on factory next to criminals
One is on work release for driving drunk
One is on work release for selling crack
One is on work release for selling pot
I do have women working there
One knocked out my coworker for grabbing her
So he wakes up and she quits
Another one look like vampire who wants to bite me on the neck
My boss looks like Saddam Hussain
Did he shave off his mustache and go on Jenny Craig?
The heat and the stress are unbelievable
One guy fell down on the ground from heart attack
Another guy committed suicide
Two other guys died in auto wreck after working seven days a week
For months on end
I ask my coworker who was in Iraq if this place is better
He says to me
I would rather be in Iraq than be here
It is less stressful
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
Believe it or not, this is actually true. These things did actually happen at a job I had back in 2007-2008. I did get some nice golf balls and an unbrella though.
Sleeping Awake
Goodnight.
The evening it sighs,
The morn light she yawns,
As we sleep wide awake,
A screem with no sound,
The silence so LOUD,
Trying to run so far.
Not getting anywhere.
This hell is no dream.
Like a touch with no feel
All this true and so real.
As i welcome anther day...
The evening it sighs,
The morn light she yawns,
As we sleep wide awake,
A screem with no sound,
The silence so LOUD,
Trying to run so far.
Not getting anywhere.
This hell is no dream.
Like a touch with no feel
All this true and so real.
As i welcome anther day...
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Posted: Mar 2013
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Silent Mode
For in the still of the night
i creep in not even to let
another see me as if to blend
into the building like a wall
in motion.
Trying not to say a word.
Trying not to be heard.
Never expecting anyone to
know it is me and i here.
Being so quiet in all that
i do never to allow them to
see where i am here.
Being so quiet in all that i do
never to allow them to see where
i am or whom i work for.
Not a word comes from me as i
silently lurk around the corner.
Seeing if my entrance and exit
can be silently unseen.
For only my existence here is
know by only me and the one
i work for.
For then it is successful.
i creep in not even to let
another see me as if to blend
into the building like a wall
in motion.
Trying not to say a word.
Trying not to be heard.
Never expecting anyone to
know it is me and i here.
Being so quiet in all that
i do never to allow them to
see where i am here.
Being so quiet in all that i do
never to allow them to see where
i am or whom i work for.
Not a word comes from me as i
silently lurk around the corner.
Seeing if my entrance and exit
can be silently unseen.
For only my existence here is
know by only me and the one
i work for.
For then it is successful.
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Posted: Feb 2013
Post CommentI Thought I Found A Job
Where Where
Are You Tonight
Why did you leave me here all alone
I searched the world over
And thought I found a job
You found another
And "PPTTT"
You were gone
Are You Tonight
Why did you leave me here all alone
I searched the world over
And thought I found a job
You found another
And "PPTTT"
You were gone
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
This is a parody of a HeeHaw song. It was a country comedy and musical show that was on when I was a kid back in the 70's. With all the people out looking for work in this new economy, I thought this would be a good song for them to sing.
Behind shadows is not life ...
Behind the broken side of my life
Behind the broken hearts and lying smiles
Behind the broken glasses and cunning minds
Where can justice and answers be found?
Shadow hides so many truth
Shadow aides so many fakes
Shadow breaks so many shields
And cries when daybreak make
Pain we share
Blood we spare
Trap we snare
This is not the life we tend to believe
Behind the broken hearts and lying smiles
Behind the broken glasses and cunning minds
Where can justice and answers be found?
Shadow hides so many truth
Shadow aides so many fakes
Shadow breaks so many shields
And cries when daybreak make
Pain we share
Blood we spare
Trap we snare
This is not the life we tend to believe
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Posted: Feb 2013
Post CommentSlamming Doors
Business all around closing
doors shutting down.
No more sales to have no
more jobs how sad.
To many doors closing and
none opening.
The economy is supposedly
picking up, but i do not
see doors swinging wide
for more jobs for all.
Jobs galore for all to see
but the economy is no
better for you and me.
Struggling through this
world right now.
Maybe someday i will see
help wanted ads for all.
For now struggle and
strife is my life.
Lord i give this to thee
for you are the answer
i seek.
doors shutting down.
No more sales to have no
more jobs how sad.
To many doors closing and
none opening.
The economy is supposedly
picking up, but i do not
see doors swinging wide
for more jobs for all.
Jobs galore for all to see
but the economy is no
better for you and me.
Struggling through this
world right now.
Maybe someday i will see
help wanted ads for all.
For now struggle and
strife is my life.
Lord i give this to thee
for you are the answer
i seek.
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
No Work~99 More Miles~
99 more miles of trucking tonight, 99 more miles of trucking,
one mile down, hammer down...
98 more miles of trucking tonight.......
one mile down, hammer down...
98 more miles of trucking tonight.......
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
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