"You Can't Just Take My Dog! It's Against The Law! You'll Be Hearing From My Lawyer!"
"What you don't understand sir, is that I am a social worker, I can take your children if I so desire."
satan is a worker, building
His home all days, and eternal nights long.'
God though is 'the poet!' He just makes it all up
As He goes along.)
Recumbant redundancy
Came t'coil and careen 'round the rails of goosen flesh heels
Strained the frame of my mortal fallibility
And estranged mine name from the cankering collage of mine colleagues in arms
'ggressively agrieved mine mantled place and mounting crown
That hath e'er now oxidise down the stairs of mine life
Racked mine train and affronted frame of thought
For one was reticent in their regiment
Now, e'er dulled thee t'the dole,
O dewy-doe eye'd,
Such shall surely swallow thee whole
Haunted to pleasantries, t'the gaunt face before thee
None graver than the ashen grave 'fore I
Ghoulishly reposed, to enclose and envelope,
My writing hand loosen'd in a lousy attempt,
To evade, to prolificate, and feed the face of the market rate.
And with a bow, I shall forsake my latent escape
And one shall take their monthly crown, without rebate.
21//12//25
Spring's warming of the breeze
And the greening of the trees,
There's a settling in the hive
To the soft whispering of bees.
A burrowed beetle 'comes alive
To sate stomach's hunger drive,
While a newly structured nest
Assures us that the birds survive.
Yet there's no more time to rest.
Worker bees will start their quest,
While life settles in the hive,
Bees will bring back nectar's best.
A miracle defies the laws
designed by Him who nature caused.
So only One who can create
can cause His laws to deviate.
The God who spoke and it was done
is He who lived as God’s own Son.
Choosing to dwell in human form
The Divine and Human biform.
So, turning water into wine
was play for Him, who made the vine.
When he upon, the water walked,
the natural law, He simply blocked.
Multiplying five loaves of bread
with which He then, five thousand fed,
was just the common stock in trade
for Him who nature’s bounties made.
And when He made the blind to see
The lame to walk and leap with glee
He made the laws of nature yield
to Him who awesome power wield.
He, even from death, many raised
evoking from men, highest praise.
The works He did proved He was God
In human flesh but yet unflawed.
A nail in his thigh, yet onward he goes,
Through fires of labor where no mercy flows.
The crown meant to pierce now hardens to shield,
The pain that once struck becomes what he wields.
The Maker still whispers, “Endure and create,”
While time and the paycheck decide his fate.
He toils through the sparks, through the smoke and the grime,
A martyr of metal, a slave to the time.
Each rusted command, each unspoken demand,
Is forged in his soul by an unseen hand.
Yet out of the ache, the burn, and the bruise,
He shapes a tomorrow he’ll never use.
Chuck has rules for his children
for his house, truck and wife
his rules are inflexible
staunch edicts in his life
a rule for eating, for putting things away
a rule for gardening and swimming in the bay
Chuck’s rules are obsessive, some are silly too
But since none of them are working, what else can his family do?
leaf cutter cuts leaf
squirrels store nuts in tree huts
humankind does same
To fully imbibe God’s grace,
is to transcend time and space,
feeling within bliss beats spike,
shape shifting form as we like.
As eternal living light
and having garnered clear sight,
of our Self fully aware,
we behold God everywhere.
Though our soul is free from stains,
an earth challenge yet remains,
to do God’s will as bidden,
even when our light’s hidden.
With this impulse we descend,
that in time we may ascend,
first incomplete and then whole,
while playing our ordained role.
It’s not all laughter and fun,
as we slowly come undone,
indulging and releasing,
lust on earth we find pleasing.
Finally awake in form,
with God’s laws we then conform,
extending our helping hand,
to help the fallen to stand.
We were doomed to witness for god knows why
The schooling of the Artificial Intelligence
It’s a miracle worker they say a nice guy
Who's supposed to add us some relevance
I didn’t really ask of it, maybe you did?
But the answer you gave came late
No one took care of this digital kid
Laughing at the mistakes he made
Now he’s too artificial to be understood
Too intelligent for a rivalry
So too much of a human, I knew it would
Turn out like this, finally.
Expectation is where the truth will be found.
Are you prepared to die at your post so that the boss can make his extra pound?
Degrees of intelligence are found all around. Commitment, pride and loyalty in one person is rarely sound.
Balancing your professional with life emotional where the business line is ‘it’s not personal’ is laying on a bed of nails and receiving additional load to hold!
Never will you be free of the whims of the management! Do as I say… is the greatest get-out excuse ever made!
Be prepared to work extra to prove yourself. Be prepared to monitor WhatsApp on your anniversary date. Be prepared to fit within your ‘new family’ not just be a mate!
Learn to laugh when it’s expected of you. Learn to dance to their song no matter how out of tune. Learn to lie to your loved ones because it’s demanded of you.
Be prepared to give 100% all the time.
When it’s hard to achieve you better give 99!
The clique will demand respect before the door’s open to you.
Try to keep a separate bit of your soul because they’ll happily take it from you.
I lost hope; I broke down;
Who was there to save me then?
I looked awkward in that gown;
Yours was a wolves’ dire den.
So many years rolled away;
Still, your scary scorn
Blurs my world even today;
I need a new morn.
“Be it for a penny or be it for a dime,
You can never, never stand
On your own feet, regardless of time;
You’re born to digest reprimand.”
I was bullied; I was stung;
They tried to turn me to stone;
I kept on; I had clung
To the truth in polite tone.
Finally, the results got declared;
They came to know my work in silence;
A few got scared, the others just flared;
I was awarded for my diligence.
An out-of-money experience
Is almost like existing without an essence
This period is one so awful
No money, no elation, just doleful
The money in your bank is broke
The money in your hand is nil
Who to call that is not broke?
Who would give without being left nil?
One too many is the responsibility
One too many is the workload
Little to nothing is the payload
Little to nothing is the mobility
A sluggard off another's dough thrives all good
A bilker thru' bilkering gets all rich good
He, a worker, gets less luck and cash at a distant range
Why should this be? he finds so strange
Should the reward for a scammer be being rich?
The scammer ought not remain being rich
Should the reward for a worker be being broke?
The worker ought not remain being broke
The energetic hyper crazy worker bee saws a stem
For the prickly green thorns give him pause, annoying him
The rose looks more like a daisy anyway
Another reason he feels he can fool around and play
I watch from the safety of my lovely garden floral seat
Enjoying bee, who flies to another blossom to repeat
John Pete's house is full
The golden field is empty
Who'll work, heed the call?
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