After Long, Tedious Work... Poem by Lev Brekhman

After Long, Tedious Work...



A consolation, if third-rated,
The tepid f-ing every night,
Yes, occupation very dated.
But still you strive with all your might...
... Not lesser might is Nature striving,
To bless your marriage with... but whom?
A pride of kids, all hungry, crying.
Go back to work, your earthly doom.

Monday, October 20, 2014
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