A Week In A Life (poem) by Lark L Pogue on AuthorsDen

A Week In A Life
by Lark L Pogue → (All Poetry by Lark L Pogue)
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Written when I was working for The Scooter Store in New Braunfels, Tx, before I got laid off, thankfully before the FBI raid.

Here it is Monday And back to work I go Got more changes in procedure What do you know. If we don't get it It will be a sin Cause then we will have To start all over again. Tuesday will be meeting day To tell us what to think Lord, help me get through it Naw, just get me a drink. Wednesday is that middle day And someone plans a lunch So home I go not to rest, But to cook for another damn brunch. Thursday arrives And coming down the hall Is that witch to avoid But my name she will call. Did you bring your dish? She always asks And I hold it up To reveal the task. And now it is Friday Hope comes at last. Mental health day We're having a blast. Here it is the weekend How the time has passed. I should mow my lawn It's up to my ass. When the weekend if over I'll go back to work That is if I'm not COMPLETELY BESERK!

Reviewed by Michael True

Reviewed on August 23, 2013

You have spiced up an otherwise mundane subject. Who wants to go to work? Can I get a show of hands? Anybody??? M.True

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 17, 2013

I am sure that many can relate, Lark. Nicely done. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Robert Whitford

Reviewed on August 16, 2013

The daily grind sounds really bad, but, I myself do a job which I don't mind doing. Fortunately I've always been fortunate. Most of my work life was as a deckhand. I'd still be doing that if my body could keep up. But the replacement job is just as good. So even though I didn't have the same work experience, I can still empathize, because I occasionally have to work in a warehouse when my driving job slows down. That's pretty slow. The FBI raid sounds interesting. Too bad you didn't see that. Sounds like great entertainment. Humorous. Bob

Reviewed by pat medlin

love this so=true depiction of the daily grind stuff for so many of us...right on target...

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

You have beautifully described the daily fate of most of the working people of the country. Wonder what Studs Terkel would make of that kind of working.

Let me guess� The good old Scooter Store was dealing in high-volume wheelchair and scooters for everyone and his brother whether qualified or not and billing Medicare and Medicaid like crazy. A few bucks for everyone involved except for little working folks like you.

Ron

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Loved the humor in this piece. Ok you peaked my interest...what about what raid?

Reviewed by Janna Hill

I hear you!

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Plenty of work side humor in this, Lark, and I loved it. You spoke for so many people who labor in an unfriendly atmosphere, which I fear is more common these days than it was even when you wrote this poem. The FBI raid?