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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
(1957 / Norwich UK)

Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!

So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

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A saving spirit of hope: ‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear, This wondrous hangman’s rope! So now I’m free, released from all this Work, sleep, work, sleep, work - Eternal peace and rest for
It's a honor to read this poem!
I smiled all through the poem, then simply laughed at the end.
How - self-employed - may engineer a dsimissal? Oh fair Camelot! be kind to me! I like the wit and feeling here.
sounds like mom everyday, I should show her this poem later, nice poetry
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