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Jul 2017
I try to do right
by as many folks as I can meet.
But every other turn,
I end up in defeat.

I can't put down my foot
on any subject, matter or cause
and turn the other cheek?
Feels like a heavy sock to my jaws.

I am burdened by loyalty,
and tasked to capacity.
But still they ask more of me?
What should I have done?

"Yes ma'am, Yes Sir, three bags full sir."
I signed a contract, and away with my rights
I'm too placid and too eager to please
to pick out my own fights.

I should have said no,
I should have not went, when they said "Go!"
I should have left when I had the chance.

Now to face the music
and go on with this dance.
Work ***** today
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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