Monday, September 2, 2013

Workers


To labor with your hands
is a blessing.

To labor with your mind
is a gift.

To labor with your heart
is a strength.

To labor with just your money
is a misery.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

NARCISSUS SNEEZES BULLETS



Hewn of deep Southern red-

Woods, with gobs of spittoon

From Red Man, he pumps



Up on dumb-

Bells, gleaming full-throttle

Before a foot-high mirror,



Mastiff muscles toned, pit-

Bull guarding

The entrance to machismo's



Self-adoration, greased

For a brawl, the only way

One man can show another his love.



[Disposable Poem September 3, 2013]

Dr. Mike

September 3, 2013 at 7:58 PM

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