Work, sleep, work, sleep, <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, <br />Work: <br /> <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, <br />Work. <br /> <br />Oh free me please with gentle ease <br />From work, sleep, work, sleep, work! <br />This odium, pounding tedium <br />Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work. <br /> <br />Just whisk me off to lands afar <br />From work, sleep, work, sleep, work - <br />That grinding train of rhythmic pain <br />Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’ <br /> <br />Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop <br />In work, sleep, work, sleep, work, <br />In trying to make some sense of all this <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, work. <br /> <br />But Hark! I see a golden gleam - <br />A saving spirit of hope: <br />‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear, <br />This wondrous hangman’s rope! <br /> <br />So now I’m free, released from all this <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, work - <br />Eternal peace and rest for me, no <br />Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work-sleep-work-sleep-work/
