life of service

Posted bybernardsbarnesPosted inPoetryTags:,

we wait on people, cook, clean, serve and spin
we struggle through hours of toil and trouble
all so we can take a cruise, or fish, or sit on a beach
for a little while
it all seems like such a fucking waste

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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