Confusion Work Poems

To a new job, 5 days a week I go
Sigh. I wish my memory was not so slow
I get through most of the directions-- then...
I...

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The breaking of sweat
The burning from my muscles
Work gives me comfort
...

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I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing...

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It's 42 Degree Centigrade. The moon
      shines hotly in Dammam.
Indians and Filipinos bathe
      in soak...

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Faceless head of coal
Below him arms swing legs steam
Over the apex of a highway bridge

The spooky figure
Cross-country skis on the concrete
Glides right to left across...

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Taxi driver,
You don't know who you do it for
Every day, in and out
The eloping couple, 
The rushing artist,
The drunken businessmen,
Strangers who might've once been friends...

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[This is dedicated to the twelve people who identify as my bosses.]

I had twelve bosses — soon to be eleven 
They’ll be crunchin numbers in...

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For the usual life to digress-
From the norm to the average.
Standard has to meet it's distress,
Not considering any group or age.

Wonder is unusual to think...

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God will through men/man 
 you is it the willingness
 of man or be it
~
 just the God in man
 this is the question at...

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After the deadly arrival of Corona Virus
Utter chaos prevailed sadly everywhere
Confusion gripped education circle too
Teachers and students got stranded

My wife bought a black board
And solved...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very...

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Don't  trust much on your skill
It may breath dreadful chill 
Take care of your grace 
To avoid been efface
Keep your balance to the drill...

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On my way to work this morning,
Sandwiched between two perverts,
I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky;
Someday, I will be out of this bus!

Standing...

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"Have your siloes become fortresses?"  
Anna Sundt 

Pictures are Anna Sundt's product; visual art, the occupation
Her job achieves its mission when customers are living...

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Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in...

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