Poem, Union, Hot Air and Drowning
Noise Run On
January 11, 2024
boss-boss got nothing to say, sayin’ it
milkin’ a cow, tryin’ to fill that bucket
we don’t got nothin’ t’reply, sittin’
listenin’ t’that tin ringin’, singin’
outa tune, outa time, outa care
lettin’ tha ole bugger shine on
lost in crown’o glimmer’n dim
union sure ‘nuf seen back’o ‘em
n’er seen ‘un drown’n milk ‘affore
but might’s well be getting’ started
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