i

i washed up for a living,lily,
for a while there
this is something george
and i have in common..

on the whole i was treated
decently
pearl divers are a breed unto
themselves..

mine was a life of ease
over eating and boredem
it was ******* the spine
and knees..

a piece of cake compared
to digging holes
(surrounded by the boss
and his extended family..)


the pop wagon on friday
cement as a whole
the olive oil factory or
carrying bricks..

ii

the pop wagon on a friday
took only two hours
brevity
that was the answer..

the cement truck on
tuesdays
took two and half
hours..

but ended in tears..
the shift in the olive
oil factory
could last eighteen hours..

digging holes an eternity
carrying bricks up stairs
works up quite a thirst..
never mind soon be..

be in pauli´ s soup kitchen
where wine smooth and cool
as honey bees..
chicken and macaroni..!

iii

the cement was high in lime
and invariably chafed the skin
and in that hole it would set
to be picked out with olive oil

and a pin..drunk,the screaming
and carry on..
we laughed and held them down
better digging holes..!

it was so painful..!
down and out in paris and london
by gearge orwell

By Arcassin Burnham

We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
Not enough room in this attic , wouldn't mind if we just
Shrunk,
Just like Alice entering wonderland through a rabbit hole,
I have no intentions of touching your body or your soul,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
Everything we did was asinine, but dying of boredem stunk,
Delighted as I am to call my own , it's personal,
Writing love , and pain , and sweat  and shame in 72 journals,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk and intoxicated out of our minds with a bit of grime
And old creepy dolls on the floor,

We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk,
We're so drunk , we're so drunk , we're so mother freaking
Drunk.

Pockets swole-
brokenness or dreams
Wells of my eyes-
sunken boredem or teary streams
As much; a military mind
doesn't walk into things- it's a march

Spring in that old step
whether in situations of a new season
The first key to making a moment
a keeper. I was at first a creeper,
a non believer; before a careless dreamer

it all ends in tears-
of joy or pain
all decided by how you act
under life's grey, and the rain

What goes up will come in for a landing
The belligerent crash
I'm done trying
For the cushion of wheels spun in a coast to grace
There's too much doing
Every push has me slithering
Through the spittle of lies
Spurting from vicariously indignant mouths
In their search for how hard to work to work less
To help just enough

My naive and belatedly terminated youth
I blame you
More than the latchkey existence
Left to me to **** the boredem with hope


In spite
The breakdown anti-hero prays
For a time everything is a fire in the positive

Yes TO NO to problem.,
Yes To NO to boredem...,
Yes TO NO to stardom.....,
Yes TO NO to gathredom......

Yes TO NO to do hard....
Yes TO NO to do stick with  yourself.....
Yes TO NO to problem.,
Yes TO NO to boredom......!