16.x.20
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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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