For Toil
Toil, man
For it is your fate.
Never give in to slothful dictates,
For a sweat on your brow
Is needed
To keep the cycles
Intact, balanced, undisrupted.
Now up you lazy arse
And get ready
To join the stampede.
You're lagging behind
And success tags
Are at stake.
So, toil ‘til you can toil no more.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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