Most Commented Work Poems (218)

Bob had to leave
It wasn't his choice
He had to because the management didn't like him
He knew his job
He showed up every day
He was fun to work with
But they said he was over on his hours by three hours
Why do the good workers get trashed
And the bad workers stay forever
I've seen it too many times that it makes you wonder
Why does it seem that the bad people prosper
Is it some kind of sick joke?
I will miss Bob
I'll miss his jokes
I'll miss his company
I'll have to go on work Monday without him
Work has always sucked
Maybe it's because people like Bob find some way of dissappearing

IT'S MIDNITE AGAIN; TIME TO PATROL THE STREETS! JUST ONE STOP, AT THE LOCAL MART, TO PICK UP, MY EATS! NIGHT PEOPLE ARE STRANGE, BUT INTERESTING TOO! THEY ALL HAVE THEIR STORIES; FROM MANY TO FEW! A YOUNG GIRL, FLAGS ME DOWN; SHE'S SUCH A CUTE HONEY! SHE'S NOT HERE TO CHAT, JUST PICK UP SOME MONEY! I SPEED OFF TO THE NEXT STREET, ON MY CHARIOT OF GOLD! I PUT UP WITH THE ELEMENTS; HEAT,RAIN, AND COLD! THE SUN IS UP, AS I MAKE MY WAY HOME; I SHALL RETURN TONITE, TO THAT BEAUTIFUL, PLEASURE DOME!

Soaked in sweat
My head feels like it has been boiled like an egg
I have diarrhea
I don't care any more about this job
It is supposed to be better than this
You have air conditioning for the managers
But they don't want to share it with the workers
I wonder how the sweat shops across the world are doing in this weather
If you work for one of these places you are at the mercy of mother nature
When it is not June, July, or August, you do ok
But this is the time when you are tested
How much crap can I put up with?
But still I am glad I make more than Vietnamese workers
Who only make 2.50 dollars a day

To do
Or not to do?
Tomorrow is next day
I promise I will do it then
That's when!

chocolate daises melt in the sun

PLEASE READ CAREFULLY................
A 21 year old guy had worn a pair of contact lenses during a barbecue party.(An event or meal at which food is cooked outdoors over an open grill or fire)
While barbecuing he stared at the fire charcoals continuously for 2-3 minutes.
After a few minutes, he started to scream for help and moved rapidly, jumping up and down.
No one in the party knew why he was doing this?

Then he admitted into the Hospital, the doctor said he'll be blind permanently because of the contact lenses that he had worn.
Contact lenses are made by plastics, and the heat from the charcoal melted
his contact lenses.

DO NOT WEAR CONTACT LENSES WHERE OVERHEATING AND FLAMES ARE CONCERNED.... OR
WHILE COOKING...!

Refrence: Statas of the day on facebook

in the shop with hardware and bits of wood
can make almost any man feel useful, good

a screwdriver, a drill, some papered sand
away from day-to-day, simply out of demand

just tinkering around with piddling things
the easy satisfaction messin' 'round brings

no major renovation, or building earthworks
just little improvements, near anonymous perks

unsqueaking a hinge, maybe unstick a drawer
fittingly better is what tinkering's for

whether it's the thing of attention being repaired
or the man doing the labor, it's hard to declare

so too, it can be with words on page or a screen
to ensure understanding, say exactly what you mean

a glued letter, word oiled, or nailing a phrase
brings the writer satisfaction of all he surveys

so I continue to tinker a little bit more
on a few couplet lines, with no guarantor

that I'll illicit from you, oh diligent reader
understanding or joy, from this rambling meter

but that is a small sideline to most our tinkers
it's time tinkering matters to meandering thinkers

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-23

I have a phone
I wanted a comb
I'm in a rush
just wanted too brush
I am late
my foot off the brake
blowing the horn
waving a finger
I need to chill
but i'm having a thrill
looked at the clock
damn I grabed the wrong socks
get to work the doors are locked
must not be late damn just realized
it's sunday morning.

The babe's are in the dark,the door is closed

Light sneaks under the door,the chairs shuffle and then no more

They cuddle up and kiss in fear, of what they know will appear

For years this boy and girl suffered from this HELL!


They come to me from out of there, putrid and in pain

I look at them with empathy and unshown despair

Others judge them with blind disdain

They no nothing of their pain,Oh! these babe's


I don't work alone, such is this complicated mess

The days go by the seasons change,these babe's will never be the same

They are safe now you see, all grown up with family

This is not the end I know,there will be more pain and woe

lay down your art
a riff, a stroke, a line
cook up another
meal, an idea, a deal
what we do is who we are
the vision that we see

direct the traffic
design a sign graphic
a brush to a pallet
tap chisel with mallet
read a star chart
it's all our art

drive that big combine
survey rod to align
sing an off Broadway show
read news on the radio
sweep it all apart
it's all our art

in oven cook a hen
behind pulpit say Amen
wipe a window clear
ride upon a steer
teach kids to be smart
it's all our art

dry clean those suits
polish those boots
pound that nail gun
clown around have fun
hawk hot dogs from a cart
it's all our art

build cars on the line
dig coal down in a mine
fly a jet across a nation
make something your creation
stethoscope the heart
it's all our art

function follows form
and art is the norm
not really soul deep
but how we make our keep
the worth we give to others
that's our part, our art

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-14