what we're required to do is to secure
the place to which we must each day retreat
we have the obligation to make sure
that we each have a comfortable seat
the tasks each day that make us bend our backs
the things we do each day with gritted teeth
promise us safety against all attacks
give each of us a roof to rest beneath
duty is stern that's what we've all been told
it does not matter what we've got to do
we'll work our arses off till we are cold
we'll cut the things that we're given to hew
all this that when at last we come to die
there'll be a place where those who love us cry
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
16 November 2006
purpose
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