Squash
Strenuous work,
Gimme a perk,
It hurts, the pain,
I'm not the same.
Bending backs,
facing the facts,
I'm not a farmer,
A bogus charmer.
And they tell me;
Be careful said he--
It's squash, not squish
You work or you flee.
Copyright © Chad Obrien | Year Posted 2015
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