THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Eŋg · 12-22-2013, 11:53 AM

kind of funny: it's then i get paid my wage,
not sure that's worth it when a pleb gazes sideways:
i'll take a shit on the clock
(but not literally, they're too high, right on the wall)
my pace & rhythm won't stop
a jot physically. i lose my mind to the chore,
Time is a whore & mine's such a bore.
you don't have it better;
we're all faltering. in this cold haggard weather
the air's raw. sauntering in a slow, ambled, measure
in a holed, fabric sweater's the soul's placid pleasure.
from a pen stems the sentiment,
it lends a line, or ten:
i remember being reminded i'm alive again.

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12-22-2013, 11:53 AM	#11
Eŋg rhyme capsule. Join Date: Sep 2018 Posts: 2,150 Rep Power: 0	kind of funny: it's then i get paid my wage, not sure that's worth it when a pleb gazes sideways: i'll take a shit on the clock (but not literally, they're too high, right on the wall) my pace & rhythm won't stop a jot physically. i lose my mind to the chore, Time is a whore & mine's such a bore. you don't have it better; we're all faltering. in this cold haggard weather the air's raw. sauntering in a slow, ambled, measure in a holed, fabric sweater's the soul's placid pleasure. from a pen stems the sentiment, it lends a line, or ten: i remember being reminded i'm alive again.