Best Overworking Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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

Today, another car collision, stuck in...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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