Yahweh my Shepherd : Mark R Slaughter

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Mark R Slaughter



Work, sleep, work, sleep, 
Work, sleep, work, sleep, 
Work, sleep, work, sleep, 
Work: 

Work, sleep, work, sleep, 
Work, sleep, work, sleep, 
Work, sleep, work, sleep, 
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work! 
This odium, pounding tedium 
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar 
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop 
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work, 
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark! I see a golden gleam - 
A saving spirit of hope: 
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear, 
This wondrous hangman’s rope! 

So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work - 
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.