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job poems

i felt these were appropriate for a sunday evening.

Job Poem #1

knowing is so perverse that
I’d rather be worth
less, true, but happy.
it’s ring toss game, really.
maybe horseshoe, but always
spun round round
again and emptied.

but at least there are windows.

Job Poem #2

the rich woman gave
the mill where I grind
down my knuckles
to skin and bone dust.

it sounded so rewarding on the idea list.

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