Don't tell me my labor is wasted
because you don't know what I do
I'm busy running the universe
adjusting every screw
I work below the surface
on planetary gears
making this world
seem less absurd
no matter what appears
In this shallow trench
with turn of wrench
I know what to expect
although you blench
my fear I quench
so show me some respect
I'm busy running the universe
adjusting every screw
I work below the surface
on planetary gears
making this world
seem less absurd
no matter what appears
In this shallow trench
with turn of wrench
I know what to expect
although you blench
my fear I quench
so show me some respect
6 comments:
Nice write...wonderful message...I especially like your rhyming patterns here...
nice...i tell you what who ever is turning the screws has a tough job for sure...i would not want it at all...smiles...nice verse....
Surreal and powerful all wrapped up in one great poem.
You mean without you the world would be MORE absurd? (just kidding) Strong rhyme and rhythm, nice job.
Very nicely done.
Respect, yes show some respect, in all that you do. I love the message and your blog, too!
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