Age is impending.
The hobbit hole is gloomy.
The pittance in the pocket is not enough for tea.
The bus is curling down the street,
a slow worm on wheels.
So this is how it feels.
Out of work.
Out of pay.
Another day the pockets, they will be lined with wealth.
The daily pleasantries of helping fellows back to health.
A heart, a soul as thus united.
A world of work for the excited.
(c) Livvi
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
Age is impending.
The hobbit hole is gloomy.
The pittance in the pocket is not enough for tea.
The bus is curling down the street,
a slow worm on wheels.
So this is how it feels.
Out of work.
Out of pay.
Another day the pockets, they will be lined with wealth.
The daily pleasantries of helping fellows back to health.
A heart, a soul as thus united.
A world of work for the excited.
(c) Livvi
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