Working Man
As orders rise
My soul divides
Pressure mounts
My sorrow's need to pounce
Clocks are a-tick'n
Worker's are a-pick'n
Boss's worry
There might be a fury
But not enough to get dirty
👁 9💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.