A Workmans SonA Poem by JonesA society/individual under the influence of a perceived authority in its paradigm......Maybe.A workmans son, sent to run. "Harvest the rest, or head to west..." His makers hand, shares some sand. "A clinch of hand, will give you land..." But in his vein, flows a stain, all mundane, and rips his fame. And in his mind, reaps a maid, whose thoughts of rain, fill her frame... "Son, see that pond, rape or bond." "See that lake, sink for sake..."
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Added on November 1, 2015 Last Updated on November 1, 2015 |