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horse_lover
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just don't be harsh, please.
ODE TO WORK
breath, breath,
the giver of life
the bringer of voice,
the granter of speech.
all the words i'll be taught,
the only words that i'll know,
the only words that i'll speak,
all my life adn no more.
school, school,
the joy of my days.
the reason to move,
the reason to wake.
where i sit and i listen,
where i do as i'm told,
amd say nothing back.
here, my tongue i must hold.
work, work,
the core of my being.
the reason to live, the meaning of life.
i'll give up my dreams, i'll forfeit my sleep.
just do, and dont say,
then my job is mine to keep.
death, death,
you come way too soon.
i've still papers to write,
anmd tests to take.
till my head is cracked,
and my last breath id spent.
i must go on working,
for i haven't a cent.
from the draw of first breath,
to the brink of my death,
i've been slaving and working,
with no breack and no end.
maybe i'll just rest now.
maybe that's all i wanted,
all along.
thnx for reading this. i rly appreciate it.
ODE TO WORK
breath, breath,
the giver of life
the bringer of voice,
the granter of speech.
all the words i'll be taught,
the only words that i'll know,
the only words that i'll speak,
all my life adn no more.
school, school,
the joy of my days.
the reason to move,
the reason to wake.
where i sit and i listen,
where i do as i'm told,
amd say nothing back.
here, my tongue i must hold.
work, work,
the core of my being.
the reason to live, the meaning of life.
i'll give up my dreams, i'll forfeit my sleep.
just do, and dont say,
then my job is mine to keep.
death, death,
you come way too soon.
i've still papers to write,
anmd tests to take.
till my head is cracked,
and my last breath id spent.
i must go on working,
for i haven't a cent.
from the draw of first breath,
to the brink of my death,
i've been slaving and working,
with no breack and no end.
maybe i'll just rest now.
maybe that's all i wanted,
all along.
thnx for reading this. i rly appreciate it.