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Grook Work Poems | Grook Poems About Work
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I go to work to make more money,
to buy more stuff to make home homey,
the only problem now I find,
is theres no room to plant my behind,
So I went out and bought a bigger home,
so all my stuff could have their own zone,
whereas now I work a lot more and am rarely home,
to pay for all my stuff and the pricey mortgage loan.
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017
He was the employee
She was the boss
He worked for her
Than it came to a halt
He’d call in sick
And started missing days
He’d come to work late
And his excuses weren’t straight
The boss called him into her office
And gave him an ultimatum
He said he found another job
And what he said was datum
She walked him to the door
And bid him farewell
She told him his final check
Would be sent by mail
This is a relationship
Copyright © Lara Wash | Year Posted 2015
Living off government welfare
Is like painting by the numbers
Not matter what you say
"It's not your art!"
And it's someone else's money!
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
< emphasis of labor day
symbolic's end of summer
picnics and parades display
American workers get chummier
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
If grass is always greener on the other side of the fence that means I would have to mow more grass
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
This is our front (some say bureaucracy)
You must behave professionally
Do as you're bidden and keep the folks in charge well hidden from inquiry.
Above all, please remember
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
Learning to smile
whilst turning the knife
in one’s subordinates anatomy.
A life, so rife for strife.
For Charles Henderson's Grook contest.
I.M a management training module in the nineties
(Where, building one's esteem, so the fall was even greater?)
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010
My job's a bore,
it pays some bills
and helps me buy
my sleeping pills.
It pays for female
and Prozac so
I won't get blue.
It pays for pills
I split in half
(the uppers I must
make to last)
He only prescribed
when they are gone,
what will I do?
Some more Excedrin
to try and fuel
this old machine.
They pay me just
to sit and stare
at rhythms in
the monitor's glare.
Most of the time,
I'm doing nil.
I look forward to
my sleeping pill.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008