Posted: January 26, 2015 in Poetry
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I wonder if you want to
look forward to the blue.
Monday, they play and sometimes
mocking you with ambition and

If only they knew your strife.
Bending and picking, placing
papers in their metal casing.
While the others are talking and

What a life to behold, but food
won’t be scarce. That is a fact like an ant.
And if the blue suit makes you

Lighten up, your mind is yours.
Their luxuries, theirs. Distractions at their best.
Keep on smiling and sing the blues.
You won’t sing them forever when we’re all in the bin.


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