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I Been Tryin’ to Enjoy All the Fruits of My Labor I Been Cryin’ for You Boy but Truth is My Savior

And now, a poem:

I have done no labor
on this Labor Day.
I slept, I lounged,
I fed the cats,
and poked them where they lay
.

I tried to read.
I tried to clean.
I failed at every task.
How sloth-like was my schedule?
I’m shocked you need to ask.

At first it was relaxing –
a welcome break from drama’s claws.
But now I find I’m bored to tears
and bouncing off the walls.

I’m sure tomorrow morning
I won’t want to go to work.
It’s just that leisure time’s less fun
if there’s nothing you can shirk.

[Lucinda Williams lyrics = 1]

{ 3 } Comments

  1. Phantom Dennis | September 7, 2004 at 9:04 am | Permalink

    Great Poem!

  2. Vanessa | September 14, 2004 at 10:53 pm | Permalink

    Nobody knows the trouble I feel. That’s me you’re talking about, except you only had one day of it. Imagine an entire summer of not working, of getting up late, reading the paper on the front porch, walking the dog, doing some arts and crafts. It’s horrible! I thought being raised an atheist had helped me to escape the Puritan work ethic. Apparently I was wrong. How can one enjoy a beautiful summer’s day with no duties to shirk? Oy, the guilt.

  3. Miranda | September 14, 2004 at 11:32 pm | Permalink

    you weren’t raised an atheist, silly. you were raised an agnostic.

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