Best Overworking Poems

Pity my city
I pity my city there is no dignity in this city
There is no justice no freedom
Street children in a locked hall, shocking
County council overworking
The city must be clean so some humans are garbage
Some are cabbage, the garbage pay the damage
No houses sleep on...

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To be brutally honest it feels great to be employed
But it wears off quick and I start to feel annoyed
Manager abuses authority
Women work there as a majority
In fact it feels like a sorority
The cycles
The emotion
Cure the curse
Brew the potion
Can't a day at work be smooth...

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Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside    
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride    

Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic  
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics  

Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking  
Needing assistance my aching legs...

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Overworking instead of tear
Fighting instead of tear
Not talking instead of tear
A sleeping pill instead of tear
An alcohol instead of tear
Why do we avoid this honest tear? 
So far and so near
So pure and so dear...

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Sometimes more is less – 
like, overworking a painting,
blurring the eye-feast with an
excess of dabs and strokes, a 
mix reminding me of too deeply 
breathed tokes; or a poem, with 
a vomit of words – nixing participation
for the reader, the mental pecks
he came for, like...

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Tick-tock,
tick-tock,
Every wasted second,
A step down from the top.

Memorize every word,
Understand every line,
Solve every question,
Be productive all the time.

"I'm not prepared"
"I need to study more"
Sleep deprived and mentally exhausted,
Burning out,laying on the floor.

Stop overworking yourself please,
Nothing is worth more than you,
You'll give a hundred exams in...

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Life in majestic existence, void of needing hope
hanging it as a suspension is beyond any rope.

On fortune’s bed, satisfaction gets laid
showing off an obese personality which is incredibly made.

Possessions comfort the mind away from any fear
no experience of a sting not even a tear.

Everyone believes...

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Disappointment and hurt serving as a huge barrier
subsequent sensitivity of the mind towards affection
makes the heart worrier,
converting a spot once habitable to a no go area;
overworking feelings and emotions without any wage.
The windows of tenderness’ stores, now partially damaged
just to maintain this new borrowed image.

Opening...

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Part 2
Now they had to get revenge 

They crawled through the night
the ground frozen from days without sun
to the place where she had gone,
her human skin not strong enough to live in the cold
her mind so reveled in

When morning came they waited
and waited
and waited
for the...

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From the land of the rising Sun to Big Apple. A micro agent infuses fear as Still waters run deep.

As the weather is changing and Cruise Ships remain offshore. The venom is very strong for the hearts to grow cold.

Do not spit in the wind...

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Help me! I am addicted to unnecessary words
In everyday speaking I am hopelessly loquacious
And worse, in my poetry, so much for the birds,
Help me! I am addicted to unnecessary words!

Too many adjectives and unnecessary adverbs
Like “very” and “really” adding nothing of merit
And thoughts burdened with...

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staring vacantly at  space,
caught up in a wild chase,
conjuring up vague images
for my blank, empty pages;

damn old fool out for a spin,
unconcerned with any gain,
fumbling yet, always aiming
for some hidden meaning;

sometimes mere inspiration
but more often perspiration,
even plain self-immolation,
this silly poetic pretension; 

tonight is a...

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Late nights over early mornings.
We pride ourselves in earnings, 
from tirelessly overworking,
breaking ourselves entirely,
rewards keep us company,
as they set the bar higher,
for the next spread of sheets.
Like creatures of the night,
we pile up the work load,
once the sun sets for the moon,
as stars twinkle twinkle...

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My mind has been spinning, since toxin contamination
I have been caught in a web of deception and corruption
Searching the landscape, for words to describe this nightmare
The toxins sickened my healthy dog and I like an evil plague
I lost my home where I had been for...

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