Work Poem

Poem About Hating Your Job

My poem expresses the feelings experienced by an individual who is a slave to his profession. He sees his life pass him by and the unforgiving nature of his work compounded by the exploitative nature of his superiors has filled him with sorrow and regret. However, he fears quitting for the reason that his work provides a steady source of income. He consoles himself by blaming his condition on a past wrong. But he is aware that his forced way of life will cause his eventual premature demise.

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"Dig! Dig! Dig!"


Published: October 2011

"Dig! Dig! Dig!" the master says,
"Dig! Dig! Dig!" while the world revels;
"Dig! Dig! Dig!" this grave right here,
"Dig! Dig! Dig!" 'til the end's near;
And all I do is follow orders,
All I do is dig, with fear;
For Digging all day long's, my bane,
Digging, until I writhe in pain;
When the day dies and the night arrives,
A few hours, there is respite;
And then the morrow, again the sorrow,
"Dig! Dig! Dig!", my miserable heart cries;
Then I pause but a moment, wonder,
Do I pay for a forgotten blunder?
Yes or no, for certain,
I cannot tell;
But this much I know,
This grave I dig, there someday I shall eventually dwell.



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