you were a sucker for the buzz words
stout heart, slaving away for that old man
earn your stripes, honesty, whatever
spitting spite all over your face
he bent you over
straight and narrow
now I should knuckle down?
true as that may be
and well that may be true
pull up your dry socks
because when you tell me how it was for you
at fifteen
you do behave like a jealous fifteen year old
find yourself
there must be other mouths to feed
with that stiff upper lip, and your hand-outs
trifles I scarcely need
keep them then
or have you a mind for making me bleed?
you and I, grafting
our malcontent shoulders to the wheel
what a pair we could make
so miserable,
but I don't have to get up
for work in the morning
I've set my sights on the key-keeper
dead set, dead set and yet...
I think you are wise to live in the stubborn sog of the earth,
to at least make a friend of hardship
while night after night
I pitch my tent on a lonely plateau, waiting
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