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Sitting at my desk.
Time is ticking slowly by. 
Can I go home yet?

Mystery unfolds.
Gasps: "Oh Wow Oh Wow Oh Wow!"
Greatness is amazed.

Workers consumers
Replace thirty eight percent
Company sales shrink

lower-skilled workers
are plentiful, but are no
match for high-tech jobs

unemployed old men
waiting for winter to come
Santa jobs again

Self Improvement
Haiku: by Miracle Man
12/14/2021

How to get ahead,
means wake up, get up, lace up,
be dependable.


My Grandfather once said
he’d never heard of anyone dying from hard work.

Close-cropped, careless cast,
Body blunted by each week's
Doldrum-diving fast.

Overtime working
Winter night is continuing
Tasks are remaining


15/Dec/2015
Fengleishanren.

SOUL SNATCHING JOBS

Tall Power forks pray-full tongues

Chews the tender will

Gnaws bones of  fragile spirits

Do what you do well
Create American Jobs Trump
Make America Great

problematic course
to pursue poetry jobs
they think your a slob

That noisy phone call
                                       Gets a lot of attention.
                                        It’s explosive news!


Note: When someone calls telling you that you're already hired... Feeling blessed :)

A job that's well done
Isn't a job in the least
As long as it pays

 I want to quit life
Search school, search jobs, search friendships
Error: Life not found 

Trump Should Divest

For Trump what is best
Foreign ventures do divest
Bring lost jobs back west.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn

finish what you start
is it too much to ask you
chores always come first

Slightly used damaged
Goods for resale jobs for those
Who none but prevail


(one can find bargains @ Goodwill Stores)

10/29/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Papers super Doc 
Cared out, by the system 
Clockless but stand proud.

Ownership
Haiku
By: Tom 2-9-2020

A job that’s half done,
Was better left unstarted.
Your work signs your name! 

unambitious bees
slowly fly out of their hives
searching for new jobs

no sounding alarm
his workboots off laborer sleeps
respite this morn

Endless tasks I chase,
But meaning slips through my hands—
What am I doing?