wage slave

Paid today in part
in pieces chipped, still short.
Shift for a shifty,
worth more than it ought be.
Shit on the clock one relief.
Frescoes streak, sweat, and steam,
words bleed ink hearts staining sleeves.
Time away is breath unknown,
uncounted, untethered, worthless.
Hunker, bunkhouse drunks,
beware the scum sucking louse.
Don’t be crass, spend a look,
hooks caught, barbs inside,
signed off by the book.
While found words dissuade,
a vice provides elusive truth,
an unhooked noose, a loose truce
until something frays
pray it may be soon.


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