The onset of construction
Left a gaping excavation.
They built a chain link fence
Around the hole.
Once the footers and foundation
Were sufficiently established
A dump truck load of gravel
Did its thing.
I have faith the task
Will be accomplished.
I have hope the work
Can be efficiently done.
But until I shovel
All that broken stone
Into the trench surrounding the slab,
This jobsite won’t be up to building code.
Of the virtues,
Faith, hope, and charity,
The only one that requires
Personal action
And accomplishes anything
In this world is charity.
Faith and hope are mere freeloaders
That only look after themselves.
jazzy jezebel Jerry jabbered generously
in a jury-loving jerk-water town.
Her jimdandy jiggery-pokery jingling
in a jokingly jolly way, at her joyless jobsite,
jiggling jealous jobbers into a juicy jeopardy.
Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing...
... among the fewest fondest words
conjuring up simple, sparkling joys
in a seemingly pointless pastime
when the whole world of waged work
wants me to do only that which is
cost-effective, truly ensuring ROI:
never mind divine artistry on shells
and the tide that must have kissed
the shores of distant continents;
just trudge to the jobsite enduring
bone-snapping cold, blistering heat,
...and the indignity of "No ID, No Entry!"
Ah, wish I were gone beachcombing.
Rise and shine!
O?
Where am I?
Yes,
This is my bed?
Good,
Am I here?
Fourteen hours jobsite,
And I made it,
I think?
Okay!
Where did I park myself?
Mega parking lot,
Thousand rolls,
And lost the ticket number of where to look.
Do not go to the mirror,
He keeps laughing at me.
Last thing are love ones near,
No!
Depend on me not,
Need you,
So drive the car,
Just leave me here,
I'll find my way home sooner or later.
Praying the minutes away,
Thoughts,
"Go for the head or just for the kill."
I know there are not two in me,
Seems like a hundred indeed,
And they all want to go back to sleep.
Than I have to stop my pretty little head,
Not getting into me!
Just a figure of speech.
Sleepless in Somewhere,
Am I alone in all this?
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