Earnings

A Poem by Blotter

Earnings

Why we do it

we don't know.

We do it, still;

ad infinitum.

The grind, the slog, the refuse

of our labor.

Leave your sweat,

your soul,

your being,

on the ground when you are done.

In receipt:

paycheck.

You're welcome.

See you Monday.

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Added on April 6, 2013
Last Updated on April 6, 2013

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