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selection of my poems. The Temp Experience Life as a temp was tempting to me Attempt the fast lane, attempt to be free So I packed in my job, put on my best suit To temp at top rates, to roll in the loot Form filling, speed tests, the first of the hurdles I loathe and detest this, blood boils and it curdles The agency's promise of work guaranteed Was a lie to lure me, my services bleed If luck's in today, with timesheet in hand I'll march on my way to join a new band To try to fit in with a job undefined T'was not what I wanted, I had not in mind To skivvy, dogsbody and make cups of tea Until they decided to get rid of me Eight 'O's and two 'A's, WP and shorthand Did not prepare me for this work poor and bland So back on the street I trudge tired and footsore Faced with defeat at each agency door Used and abused, just a pawn in the game Enlightened, now used to realities shame The previous glow of this freelance thing No more does show, no luck does bring So agency for temps, erase me from your file I am now 'going permanent' . . . just for a while The Pioneer The circle is breaking It's making a pattern The pattern is changing A strange thing to see I see him evolving No longer revolving Upholding his home Now the black sheep is free A throwback, a rogue And his lines aren't defined He's elusive, intriguing In light shades and dark A stranger, a friend Now he's shifting position New patterns are forming He's leaving his mark Dirge I close my ears to listen And I close my eyes to see The secrets of the glistening water Whispered by the sea The elements are strong in me I'll rise above the wind The fleeting moment gone, sadly A glimpse cannot be pinned I saw you in a dream And you became real to my days You died, became a dream again We went our seperate ways Distracted by another form New dream to be fulfilled You shed our love, it's coat was worn I paused for breath, was cold and stilled Distracted now by sun so strong Attract it's light in me Aborb each ray to last life long And cast the shadows . . . from the sea |