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There comes a time when it's all or none,                                                            ­        
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   when you don't want a bite or to even have some                                                
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Some people I know say, that it's called greed,                                                      
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  but I believe it is fulfilling your own needs                                                            ­              
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I always wanted more than some might,                                        
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wished I had the wings to take flight                                                           ­ 
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There is nothing wrong in wanting to succeed,                                                         ­ 
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to set the goals that you want to archive                                                    
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 It's not like I take more than I can eat,                                                        
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I am just a little more hungry                                                           ­     
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That gleam you may see in my eyes,                                 
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may take some of you by
surprise                                                         ­                             
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If it makes it too hard for you abide,                                                          
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  I'll step over you & not ask you why
Some universal common ancestor,
Some roots we all share.
That's how it is, right?
**** some connection
To the natural world around us,
**** the universe.
It's in the symbolism of it,
It's by the reality of it.
What can one say?

We do what we can with what we're given.

I don't know about that,
But whatever brings comfort.

Some find comfort inside caskets;
Some in the idea of the end of it,
Some on the idea of a new beginning.

Some find comfort outside in nature;
Some in the idea of being a part of it,
Some on the idea of being apart from it.

It's recognizing you are already seperate,
Yet still totally together with it.
Work for others, rest alone?
Work for life, rest when you're bones?
Work it hard, but rest easier?
Work for shards, rest in a mirror?
Mariah Apr 18
Grow! Grow! Grow!
Or you'll be left behind
How productive was your week?
Are you accountable for your time?

Tell me just what it is-
You bring to the table
How much would you profit me?
If you are even able.

Next! Next! Next!
Could you command a room?
Can you read context?

Tell me your greatest weakness
Is it also your greatest strength?
What exactly is your worth?
When you include your height and weight.  

Are you reliable?
Do you think you're personable?
How do you work with coworkers?
Would you share bathrooms with her?

How flexible is your time-
when in truth its actually mine.
Good answer, sign this line,
No need to know what this implies.

See you Monday, watch your breaks.
Be on time, don't clock out late.  
Remember there's no overtime.
My door is open anytime.

Welcome to the family.
Weekly breakdowns guaranteed.
Tour our facility, get to know the faculty.
We've had to lock the balcony,
apart from that small tragedy,
here we live quite lavishly.

First day's always the hardest one
Keep your head down till it's done
If you can bare the powderkeg
You can expect your weekly check

See you soon and don't forget,
You haven't even started yet!
Arcassin B Apr 17
By Abpoetry

"Ah humans, the vein of their own existence when
it comes to the workforce,
Wouldn't be surprised if you made everyone work
by force,
Women used to get mad cause all the men made more,
And now a lot of women really don't want work anymore,
Black men in the hood , no matter how hard they try,
Still don't qualify for jobs , not daquan or levi,
I wonder why ? We've been oppressed for so **** long,
Might wanna' stay tuned , this is gonna' be a
conundrum.."


©abpoetry2025.
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/04/begging-judging.html?spref=tw
Violet E Apr 16
Sitting by the desk,
Typing my Mournings, until rest,
Close to the end of today.
I mourn, the distant glares,
shadows shining through thin lines,
People come and go,
Going nowhere, I must love.
Fighting for some strength,
I find myself isolated from the rest.
Drinking a hot night,
I find myself, overthinking,
Silence through parallel remarks.
Compared to the old days,
I'm not broken by the unrest,
Closer to the finish line,
I find myself beginning a new track.
California dreaming,
Fighting for my lines,
Without thinking, once or twice,
A silent Melody until dark,
Doubting in broken time.
I continue without a mark,
Violence in the start,
War is but a breeze,
For Peace finds me at last.
Bouncing off of sounds,
But reflection of my chords,
Silence you will find,
If I see, who you really are.
I had a dream,
20 years had passed,
You and I had grown older.
Fate had taken a cruel twist on me,
I had to sail away,
Move to the city of Paris.
I wrote you letters,
You wrote them back,
But the ink was laced with tears.
I found a job selling newspapers,
My dream of writing crushed.
You went to work in hairdressing,
For not nearly enough pay.
I saved up each paycheck,
Worked to the bone each day.
I purchased you a plane ticket,
Flew you out to France.
We were happy once again,
Love knows no bounds.
Paris pronounced the French way. (pare-ie)
I just want to be outside...all day.
Well, from 4 to 2 Monday thru Friday.
I just want to feel some pride.
Where whatever it takes is right.

I wish there was a place.
Trying my hardest, wasn't a waist.
Where I can learn from mistakes.
Without fear of shame.

To throw myself into whole.
Be glad to leave a bit of my soul.
To net a livable wage.
To live to buy and to save.

To have something to look forward to.
This is my wish I wish would come true.
It used to exist, but now just eludes.
I just want a job I want to go to.
A.R.M.
Postal worker.
CS Modei Apr 1
Does a star really burn in the sky?
Or do they simply work till they die?
Short poem I thought of while pondering jobs, I think the burning of stars is a lovely metaphor for who the capitalist system works you until you die.
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