The carpenter creates the image through
a piece of wood and a machine
The musician makes classical music on
two garbage can lids
The mother is in bed, all tucked in
A writer falls down some stairs, drunk,
allowing the carpet to guide him
The cop looks around
The vendor makes a sale
cash or credit
all in a days work
The woman nurses a baby
a father beside her
cuddling and nurturing
yet stern and disciplined
daddy didn't leave
The bricklayer lays his bricks
the men work for the foreman
men in the factory, left without jobs
men working in the factory trying to
find jobs
Keeping track on his pocket watch
the squire speaks no words
a pint in hand
never knowing what it really meant
that's for the day we thought about
but in the morning
that drunkard writer
will write a masterpiece
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A tempest so lust stricken
she spends timealone in here domain
thinking with the bullshiting
fighting among herself
Her baron husband returns
carrying bread and cabbage
no meat til he weekend or special days
they are broke, restless, out of place
we forget our home days
G<>W
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