Tag: work

See You After The Break

Thank God I have

Two weeks annual leave

So from your chatter

I’ll enjoy a reprieve

The Water Cooler

If only
I could
feign
interest

Perhaps
we could
be friends

But in
fact you
bore me
witless

So I
pray this
conversation
ends

(Originally Posted 17.02.2020)

2

Office Politics

With the cost of living rising

And my prospects going down

It may well be time

For me to leave

This tired old humdrum town

Overdrawn

Another
day

Another
dollar

Fuck
knows why

We even
bother

(Originally Posted 10.02.2020)

7

The Sabattical Leave Request

Most days I do

Enjoy my work

And I welcome

The distraction

But as time goes by

It’s getting harder to try

And fake a positive reaction

(Anti) Social Work

I
think
I would
be

So
much
more
forgiving

If
I didn’t
have

To
work
for a
living

(Originally Posted 30.01.2020)

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The Clown

I’d rather just sit

In the corner and brood

As for your ‘humour’

I’m not in the mood

No Laughing Matter

I swear to you right now

On all that is good and holy

Your jokes rarely do anything

But kill me fucking slowly

(Originally Posted 12.01.2021)

0

Clocking In

Never

Do I feel this more

Than each time I walk

Through that door

Sown Up

I don’t feel better.

I haven’t forgotten.

I’ve just stopped telling you,

How I feel.

(Originally Posted 15.12.2020)

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The Inevitable

Protecting yourself

From someone else

Doesn’t make you mean

It just shows that you

In my view

Are great at forward planning

Weak

I really am sorry

I cannot take your weight

For my arms are too broken

From carrying my own

(Originally Posted 19.11.2020)

2

Thank Fuck It’s Friday

With all these plates

To keep on spinning

It’s no wonder that I

Never feel like I’m winning

Mondays

Head racing
a million
miles an hour

Heart
pounding
the same

So many
appointments
to make

So many
lions
to tame

(Originally Posted 21.10.2019)

2

The Cost Of Living

I went back to work too early

Of that I have no doubt

But with bills to pay

Much to my dismay

I had no choice but to force myself out

Tuesday

I called in sick for work today.

My heart just couldn’t come out to play.

All I’ve done is lie in bed

Filled with thoughts of fear and dread.

With nausea consuming every movement,

My mood shows no sign of improvement.

I hate existing like this.

Full of anger, self loathing and all that shit.

I wonder how much more I can conceal

Before I decide to end it for real

(Originally Posted 03.09.2019)

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Kill Me Now

I could very easily

Have left this job

Taken my life

In a different direction

But as I chose to stay

It’s yet another team day

Answering

This fucking inane question

Work

Well I
guess
there’s
nothing
else for it

Three hours
left wading
through
this
bullshit

Perhaps I
should
hand in
my notice
and quit

At least
then that
would be
the end
of it

(Originally Posted 30.08.2019)

4

New Job

It was about

My job this one

And how I could

No longer empathise

Even three years on

The desire is gone

And my apathy

Pretty hard to disguise

New Life

I’m still
nowhere
near the
same

She
said

Something
inside me has
permanently
changed

I can no
longer
play
this game

She
said

Unless a
new life
can be
arranged

(Originally Posted 14.08.2019)

2

The Fair-weather Boss

I used to care

What he thought of me

That I did a good job

So my skills he’d see

But now he’s changed

And lost my respect

So I just take the wage

And disconnect

Diss Regard

What’s
the
point

In all
this
chatter

Now
I’ve
realised

You
don’t
matter

Anymore

(Originally Posted 20.06.2020)

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The Protestant Work Ethic

All I am

Is hollow inside

What I once had is gone

You’ve bled me dry

Time after time

So now we’re officially done

‘I Have Nothing’

Whatever it is you expect,
I do not have it to give.

As

Whatever it is you want,
I lost it long ago.

(Originally Posted 12.05.2019)

2

Speak Up

I can empathise

And respond in kind

Take my cue

From many a sign

But there is no way

I can read your mind

Down a silent

Telephone line

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Random #109

“The only difference as compared with the old, outspoken slavery is this, that the worker of today seems to be free because he is not sold once for all, but piecemeal by the day, the week, the year, and because no one owner sells him to another, but he is forced to sell himself in this way instead, being the slave of no particular person, but of the whole property-holding class.”

– Friedrich Engels

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The Urban Retreat

Now I love a landscaped garden

With plants and flowers sublime

I adore those hills and mountains

And each rugged, rocky climb

I hear the call of the deep blue sea

As I feel it’s power inside of me

But it’s only when I’m on this train

That I know I am coming home again

For within this rubble, dirt and dust

Live the people I can really trust

And I know that each and every time

I’m at my happiest in amongst the grime

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Some Hit Harder Than Others

You could have been

So much more

But you drank it all away

I know deep down

Your heart was sore

And that you didn’t want to stay

But I wish you knew

How much we cared

And only wanted the best

Now you’re no longer here

We hope

You are finally at rest

(For O.R)

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Running On Empty

I am so tired

I want to go home

To sit in the quiet

All on my own

For I’ve had enough

Of this battle of wills

I just need some silence

To cure my ills

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Annual Leave

A week
off work

What’s
the point

Drink
a beer

Smoke
a joint

That’s
nothing new

I do it
every day

It’s all
I have

Keeping my
demons at bay

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The Bake Sale

Bringing
along
your
flask of
coffee

And
your
frosted
homemade
cake

Doesn’t
make you
any more
likeable

Or any
less
fucking
fake

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