Working with your hands is a common and worthy trade in this state
Constant movement and masculinity exhibits their true strength
There isn't a project they can't complete or a weather condition they can't conquer
Except when contract is up and here comes that sneaky unemployment monster
What to do what to do
Outside of my own projects at home that are due
An opportunity presents itself and you cannot be more grateful you MUST have something to do
Until you realize that job description is beneath you
Working at a drunken liquor store is better than this
I can't believe I am even here.. can it get more ridiculous
I love the liquor store but this cleaning shit? It's worth nothin'
And I am worth somethin!
It's really funny when people walk into the liquor joint
They talk to me for hours and usually end up forgetting their story's points!
What do you mean I have to talk to patients?
I can't do this... I don't have the patience!
My wife is in a wheelchair you know? That's why I needed this job
Oh, um, can I have tomorrow off?
What up GIRL?!
Yeah, I'm your supervisor, remember?
Good Afternoon, Mr. laborer
Allow me to be quick, it really is the only way to be fair
Construction, cleaning, even talking, seems to be tedious for you, since you've got nothing upstairs
Your disregard, your deep-sunk eyes, the new cuts and bruises that appear on your body, your constant cigarette infested breath and lung vomiting coughing, God, even from the way you walk makes me want to grind my teeth until they have bled
Your a waste of a good pair of hands that would work and a good pair of legs that could have led
Maybe you should be the one in a wheelchair instead
I await patiently until you have decided the drunks and your laziness are better than this
I await patiently as you, the mighty laborer, seists to exist.
I am but a puppet to my heart's passion
In the crudeness of the night
Truth and shadows mimic the twilight
And things that hide in the light
Become plainly and vividly in sight
There is a rawness to utter darkness
It is, in my opinion, what many fear
Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears
As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near
Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.

"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic

"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
Self Portrait
My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
Monday, August 9, 2010
"The Laborer"
Posted by Kay Martiatu at 2:53 AM
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1 comments:
Hey Mimi hold your horses,good point do. I love the way u express and explain everything, sometimes a little hard for me to understand. I have to read it several times and then I got it ,well you know me.Keep writing I m #1 fan LOL,LOVE U MY LOVE:)
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