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 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Michael
Work
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Michael
Work is hard, work is tough
It ain't easy, it's all rough

You wake up too early, you come home too late
This is a smelly pit stop on the road to your fate

There's sweat on your forehead, your pits, and your ***
Everything more expensive now, clothes, heat, food, and gas

The people you deal with have no care to be nice
Will you get a break today, a roll of the dice

Your coworkers are tools, your boss is a ****.
But I guess that is why it is called work
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As for this moment, I have said enough and this Poet is done.
there was once a cat up a tree
trying to come down
she meow'd & moaned
turning heads to stone
over Grillow's Peak
the cat would take a peek
far from her safe haven
finally the fire men came
to hold here to take away it's pain
it was delivered from a precarious predicament
And it is never enough,
The sun falls upon your body,
Stretching the moment
And birthing the Luna's
Prayer:

Liquid light of your
Elliptical kiss,
A thousand moons unknown
At the bend of the crescent
Thigh I lay a touch to die
Into your Resurrection;
Woman of millennial graces,
Today was born your religeon
And faith is in the way
Your eyes sparkle creating
The infant galactical....
Once and never again
I fall into your amorous
Gestures, enough to fill
The eternity of the moment.
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