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once

life had a partner

a being

the LIVERS (of life) called

work

work was everywhere one cared to look

now

no such thing as work

exists

well not anymore really

for work found itself

suddenly uprooted

and exported

for no really good offered reason

to lurk and scatter

defeated and beat down

throughout the back streets of numerous lesser

generous  countries

eager to gobble  work up so greedily

and devour its very soul

until there in those yet fully discovered places

stripped of its former status and mutual respect

work wobbles along

gasping and weakened

just a vague outline of  its once impressive self

Work

just how the Livers remembered it

bridge to

a better life

the rock solid

(or so they thought)

foundation

all American dreams

were built on

where as now

work is but

an idea of something that

middle class Americans

once could rely on

hope for a better

tomorrow

drained

dry of  any real

pride

its over this

that the LIVERS

continue to cry

as

no more dependable work

means security

Minus The Net.....

the end

Melissa

Nov 14,2003 245am