Thursday, 15 October 2020

#297 - unemployed at last (or again... naturally)

 



                                           




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unemployed at last (or again, naturally)

 

and it is becoming popular

a lot of getting paid to sit around and be well

 

we live in an age only heretofore dreamt

 

erstwhile

I could get a job giving opinions

making complaints, generally mouthing off

 

dust gatherer

had employment shaking hands in fact

(a sort of aspic)

friendly bloke they said

tickle for a sign and later

could say something like

erstwhile

 

had gibbet to flibber

wink tiddles

scratcher of backs and you mine

 

master of jack all I was

 

dishwasher

lawnmower

(old fashioned scythe)

you could say I applied myself

could smell the flowers

 

swapped cow for bean

and hang on tight

catch the view up

 

indoors I cast my couch

with potato

popped corn

 

I was a juicer too   

and open cans

(worms just for instance)

I stick the flies in the ointment  

turn things on their heads

stops and feathers

you could play me

 

I became a game

picked up on radio, rode waves

got in the groove

 

I was a moving picture   

body sang electric

a god among the lunchhour ants

 

and could I be the assassin’s bullet? 

no, nothing so flash

but catch me smoking

 

made a living as thermometer

until things got too hot

 

by now see

I was a seeker after vocation

  time on my hands

they said I could get a job as a clock

no fancy footwork required

but

had two hands and a face

(principal requirements)

was always running round in circles

pointing vaguely

could accuse

and tap tap tap

(that was waiting

up at the top of the hour)

 

everyone asks

is this the moment

now here ?

how you can feel stuck

or free to go on

 

and in a certain season

catch me saving daylight

went to see a man about a dog

I really could sell you a pup

 

more accurate than many

I might have just slept in but   

I was married to an alarm then

 

here to this very day

magical land

all in the workings

look in the mirror

just have to wind me up 






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