Got To Work Too And Earn My Living Poem by RIC BASTASA

the hours passed
so swiftly
now it is 9: 04 on my watch
i have written
poems
candidly
direct from the mind
to this blank eyes
always staring at me
this dumb monitor

i like to write more
but what can i do?
got to work to and
earn my living
and got to hammer
some more
this mortar and pestle
of this justice
system that
does not really
work....

the Chief Justice
can kill me
but oh well,
this is nothing
but work
and work
and work
and work

nothing to do with justice
but work
nothing personal
(so it is but impersonal)

no eyes
just this blindness

hammer, hammer now
hammer out, hammer in

this gavel
this, oh, well, this bread
of life

this death for some
this escape for you