LABOR’S LAMENT #7

LABOR’S LAMENT #7

I got to work today

With the same dirt

‘neath my nails

That was there

Yesterday when I left

There’s no one to blame or care

‘cept the fellow with my name

And he doesn’t dare

The nicotine stains are heavy

Growing darker and deeper each day;

Ain’t no bleach can take them out

There’s no one to blame or care

‘cept the fellow with my name

And he doesn’t dare

My teeth are yellow and broken

Ain’t no time in the morning to brush

Ain’t no time at all to wash

There’s no one to blame or care

‘cept the fellow with my name

And he doesn’t dare

My back is humped over

My mind is totally warped in confusion

I was so innocent on my first day

There’s no one to blame or care

Who went or who came

No one, any where.

-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
Adapted from long-lost FROM A WAREHOUSE chapbook.
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