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While the Boss Was Away

I worked like a dragon,
fearing not being able
to use a mirror again.
My fire burned my soul.

Integrity is a bloated river, but at work,
it is a tool made of concrete,
sinking in the thickest water,
and it keeps me and holds me
until I drown.

 

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  1. #1 by timkeen40 on March 17, 2011 - 9:13 pm

    Excellent poem. Integrity is a bloated river….I like it.

    http://timkeen40.wordpress.com

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    • #2 by Carl on March 17, 2011 - 10:05 pm

      Thank you, Tim. Thank you for your comment.

      Reply

  2. #3 by Evelyn on March 17, 2011 - 9:25 pm

    “I worked like a dragon”
    that line is so bad ass…

    Reply

    • #4 by Carl on March 17, 2011 - 10:06 pm

      HAHA! You light my dragon fire!

      Reply

      • #5 by Evelyn on March 18, 2011 - 11:09 am

        with pleasure!
        ha!

        Reply

  3. #6 by Marian on March 17, 2011 - 9:34 pm

    that line IS badass. and integrity is hard to come by.

    Reply

    • #7 by Carl on March 17, 2011 - 10:06 pm

      Thank you, Marian. You are very kind to comment. I appreciate it.

      Reply

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