Work Chastushka Poems

I want suggestions she tells me
She is a colleague at my work.
I finally make some reluctantly.
they won’t work, she says. they won’t work!...

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Hold up your cup of cheer, my friend!
I’ll hold your hand, and squeeze. You wince.
Your life - it’s not to save, but spend.
Work hard, its...

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The rich 
Are resentful
Of the poor
Feel 
They have to 
Pay more
Taxes 
Then the poor
Hence hide
Their
Money 
Yet still 
Salute their 
Nations 
Flag
And show 
Hunger for wars
It...

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A Question 
 
Is Santa Claus
A paedophile 
Surrounded by elves
No women 
Work in Santa`s 
Factory 
I find 
His interests in children
Is suspect
Grooming them
To become gift...

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The dishes pile in the sink
proof of my good meal
I chopped and stirred and now I think
you wash, yes, that's my deal


Maggie...

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A ROOM OF HER OWN


Byron died at thirty six
Prolific poet’s work was done
Lucky I am still alive
I had no time ‘til fifty one....

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Blue, spiny, varicose veins
years of hard work to appraise
clotted arteries heart's door strains
life's temporal lease instantly frays...

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My thighs may slap together
My bum, it may be huge
But if you look a little deeper
You'll find my heart is true

My stomach may be rounded
My...

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Brother, hungry, got a buck?
I’m hurtin’, I got no work,
Give me a lift in your truck?
I feel like a worthless jerk…...

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Here as I sit at the pearly white gates, not sure of what my fate will be? As I reflect back on 
my life and...

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Is it all in vain
this strain?

Has this pain left no room for refrain
is it decidedly so, is it tragically stained?

Swinging a hammer at a window...

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