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Do you know what it is like
to work all day for no pay?
Do you know what it is like
to bust my butt for only
25 dollars?
It makes me feel like i am
not worth anything but i
try to know better.
I just wish for a real job
only certain hours per day
to earn my pay.
I have been everywhere to
apply for a job, but none
do they seem to have
around here for me.
It is due to the bad economy.
I wish to lift my self up but
that just does not seem to be
for i need a job you see.

There are so many who have come and gone through the years
Some were nice to be around, most were not
I'm super shy, so that sure doesn't help to foster a good time for me
I really wish I had gotten a job long ago where it was just me, myself, and I
But still I have the memories of these people, and that is something
The guy from Hardee's went golfing with me in 1988
The girl from Hardee's went out with me on a date
The girl from d*ck's got me, thank god she wasn't late
The teacher from Cassville made me a meal
The guy from Peru at the cheese plant in Belmont talked about potatoes with zeal
The young man from Fiji at the freezer plant in East Dubuque like my music a lot
The guy from South America at the muffler shop in Mineral Point was nice
The women at Chestnut in Galena were so pretty they would melt January ice
I could talk about the rest who weren't so well
But for now all I can say is...
They can just go to HELL!

Am I done yet?
Glancing at my watch, wishing it's time to go...

Am I done yet?
Looking at my work load, wishing it's all cleared...

Am I done yet?
Pacing, sitting, standing, fingers fidgetting...

Realizing it's still long hours more,
I stopped asking myself.

Turning to my work load,
I embraced and focused on the task.

Added melody by moving my lips,
straightening my back.

Not noticing time raced by,
Glancing at my watch, fingers last move,task done.

This is my day,
pushing myself to be useful and productive.

I sometimes wonder and then I ponder, upon my brow I sometimes come to and think again. For I spend so much time in my thoughts and my wonders to pray and sleep till morning light. So now I sit to finish my thoughts and thus send them to you and then let them be yours. Then again I try and think for what have I done to let someone think the thoughts that are mine? Thus confuse and bewildered and then slightly amused. I send you this and so I now laugh ever so slightly just a chuckle or even less than a giggle. For you now have a piece of my mind and are now going like what? So thus the books are now flying and ever surprising at my head from many distances that can be. I am no Poe nor to I plan to be and my thoughts are merely close but not even near. Just a thought of the books that are knocking on my head. Then comes my slumber for tomorrow I work, to labor a day for very little pay. For the ideas of it already is spent for I work anyway. Yet I dream it to be lost and sometimes forgotten then I dream that I am awake again.

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disillusioned by affectation lead astay by the thought fantasy creates a reality that only pain has brought yet the expectation of a new creation is a feeling long sought confused by illusion was the lession taught

With these hands
Through this heart
Beauty is fashioned
For folk at sea.

DO I REALLY WANT TO DANCE WITH FRANCE’

What kind of dance and how is it done?
And does she want to dance with just anyone?
She asks me questions and the truth will be told
For I cannot be asked to change now, I’m too damned old

This is what I am and will ever be Miss city of lights
And I’m done trying, in a windless sky, to fly any more kites
I’m too old for the hunt and weary of any game
And don’t ask me who we should blame

Perhaps a universe that forces people to lie
Or maybe even to say a sudden “good-bye”
This dance was new to me, but now it’s grown old
And I care not to witness sorrow unfold

All the women, all the time, all the times when I thought I had the time
But the clock shows it’s too late and you may be missing he sublime
Well listen lady, an alluring nature and a need for answers will be done
Because I want answers as well and cohesive answers for every one

If you truly want me to be the shoulder for you to cry on
You’d better do a simple task, and soon---- lest I be gone
But fear not, there will be other stars to wish upon
For I’ve lived enough summers to know whenever I fall I eventually rise
And that I don’t dig women on the internet only to find that they’re really perverted guys

So if you want me to dance I will but you must follow my lead
Let your body become a willow in the wind which you need
But when we are no longer just dancers and should real life try to sneak in
You’d better know that I invented the concept of sin (C) 2011....~free! CEE!~

Trying to find reality

clashing minds gradually

squander and squawl

stopping only to say

I think I have found

what will break new ground

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