FUNDAY! Labor

[CRNDLSM]

Since it isn't random but it's still fun, 
write a poem of any diameter about

 LABOR.

Thank you for your participation, get those juices flowing.

[rowens]

Labor.
French for the bore?
Who wants to work,
when everything in life feels already like a chore?
Oh, dear lady, the mother of my child,
I didn't mean you.
The fruit of that labor
came of the roots of such fun.



See?, romantic.

---

I don't know what diameter means. I flunked math.
All the boys in school did was use the rulers in class to measure their dicks.

[rowens]

Labor a favor,
forget about it later.
Nobody remembers
but those who remember;
work is a pain,
and pain is great pleasure.
Live for the day.
Make the happy more happy,
and the sad sad if it moves them to be sad.
Live for the day.
All work is play.

And if it's not, then make it.

---

I've never had a job,
I breathe like a snob,
an optimistic Cynic,
I'm an original mimic.
Make fun of me,
I do it better.
Parody me,
you're parodying a parody.
When you say you have to work,
I give you a smirk.

I'd like to give you something else
:
I'm a jerk
but not that kind of jerk.

Go to work honey,
though you don't need the money
"with a face like that, honey."

I'm going away
but you know where I stay,

I'm the most comfortable mountain in the world.

---

When the world is on fire,
I'm the one to hire.
I'll make it bigger, I'll put it out.
Whatever you want, baby,
have no doubt.
The work that I do,
it's all you about.

Burn? Burn.
Out? Out.

I do it all.

"the world is quiet here."

[TranquillityBase]

My depression era father 
worshipped work
and excommunicated one brother
who never worked, never drove a car,
and never gave in.

There’s labor
which really means to cultivate,
and there’s work
which really means 
a mild well-documented slavery.
I’m not sure which today is about.
so I’m a bit reluctant to celebrate.

Add to that, September
is the “less inflammatory option”
to May Day, and this crank
just can’t let it go.

The Germans here say
Arbeit macht das Leben süß*.
They would.



*Work makes life sweet

[Tiger the Lion]

They taught of us Hamlet,  taught us Macbeth
taught us of Love's Labour's Lost.
They rambled on about Othello,
made much ado of Tempest Tost.
 
They finally showed us a Shakespeare in Love
and I don't want to be a jerk,
but I, myself would've much preferred
to watch this Shakespeare at work.

[busker]

Wealth is unpaid labour, said Marx,
while the dogs of Europe barked,
sitting in his corner of the reading room at the British museum
to paper committing his views. He'd hum
snatches of German peasants' songs.
Generations later, not knowing right from wrong
the same peasants from fertile and fallow lands
would send more like him to the shadow lands, the gallow lands.