Up Every Morn

A Dodoitsu Poem by Chris Bunton Up every morning to work;Slaving away for the bills.Just to take care of the homeI spend no time in. Working every day, all day;For that American dream.Paying my taxes to watch;them sent over seas. Struggling to make ends meet;doing the things we should do.Following the petty rules;that leaders ignore.Continue reading “Up Every Morn”

Why Do We Hate Work?

A Poem by Chris Bunton I would say that the vast majority of us do not hate work. We were created for a purpose. We hate having a job, working ourselves to death for people who don’t care about us, and for nothing other than money. We hate not fulfilling our purpose. We hate gettingContinue reading “Why Do We Hate Work?”

The Clock Ticks

By Chris Bunton The Clock ticks,tick tick tick.Time drags on,and on and on. A million times a day, the same thing,The same dread and hate all dayEvery day. Disrespect, again and again.It’s my fault once again.Whether from your mouth,Or twisting in my head,Again. Another prayer to escape,another prayer for change,another prayer for peace,another prayer to forgive,justContinue reading “The Clock Ticks”