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175 Worthless Workless

175.

Worthless Workless



Day by day as I wake up in the morning

Knowing that I prepare for nothing

Makes me to rise up unwilling



It's hard being workless

The air whispers I'm worthless

My inner stamina depresses



As the hands of time pass by

And I do nothing but standby

My soul chides me, I just sigh



Being jobless makes me feeble and fat

Becoming disgusting to look at

Like a weak-limbed fattened rat



Without a job, I feel unworthy

To take in meals three times daily

Consumed by aura of lethargy



Oh Lord, deliver us from this abeyance

Give me business or work by chance

Lest I be caught by an ambulance.



-07/18/2012

(Dumarao)

*My Dark Poems Collection

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