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Work

The corkscrew tail
of work skewers me,
no wriggling off the hook.

I take my work home,
try to relax,
but it calls me like a siren.

It hangs over my head
like a noose.
I want to shake loose,

can't do it:
the iron hands
of the executioner
hold me close
like a lover.

Christopher T. George

We've all felt this, I suspect.
That is why it pays to have other passionate interests, like phisical activity! To cleanse us of the mud.
I liked your twist in the last verse, CG.
Matj

Thanks, Mat.

Chris