onehundredandninetyeight.

"random notes to note."

worked my hands to the bone today
in the office outside
with the tools and the machines
and the bars
the bars without alcohol
that have to be turned and wrenched
and broken and fixed

worked my hands to the bone today
and probably will tomorrow
but in a different world outside
with paperwork and computers
presentations and pens
the type you write with
the type you turn and scribble
and break and fix

worked my hands to the bone today
and then died and died and died
all that work was hardly worth the hands-to-bone-ness
the wrenching and the penning
hardly worth it
perhaps i should have found different occupations
to turn and toil
to break and fix