Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by attack_amazon, Sep 15, 2010.

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  1. attack_amazon

    attack_amazon Well-Known Member


    I don’t mind the work.
    It keeps me in shape,
    It’s something to do,
    And someone has to do it after all.
    But sometimes when I hear
    All those anxious footsteps,
    Millions of them, like hail,
    And all the gripes and complaints,
    Like the drone of locusts in my ears,
    Constant, eerie, and endless,
    And when my shoulders ache
    With unflinching responsibility
    To a weight that grows greater every year,
    I wonder if, when they called me “strongest”,
    They really meant “sucker”,
    And I look into the abyss
    And contemplate my own release.
  2. Twinkle ☆ Twinkle

    Twinkle ☆ Twinkle Well-Known Member

    I liked it. It makes what to go work out. Practice martial arts then puch someone.
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