Dead Poetic
Friday, 21 April 2017
Work
A poem from 1985
I never promised that I would slog my guts out for you
I never promised that I would smile the whole day through
I never promised that if you hid I’d seek
All I said I’d give you was a forty-hour week
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21 April 2017 at 23:00
Some jobs are like that
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