pressure crackers with stuffed olives.

Pressure slaps hard upon my back
like a vice it presses upon me
shallow breaths and bursting vessels
I turn to see a million task masters chasing me
Too much for these tied hands to handle.
Too much for this stolid mind to bear.
The deadlines kill me time And time aGain
a thousand deaths have come and gone.
I groan with the weight in my tired shoulders.
As I leave the wake of one taskmaster
I plan the funeral of another, only the frills fail
as I forget to wail and serve only crackers
so the simple plan to beat the beat
and time after time the dead procession line
Squeezes tightly like a jar overstuffed with stuffed olives.
Pressed a third time flattened and limp
the midnight oil burnt and the candle ceased on both ends
I plan my Excuses and execute my devices late
but great and worth the wait...
I hope still as the pressure yet again rises
more crackers and olives,
clamped again pressed with vices.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The pressure gets to us all...

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thisisme789's picture

Aint that the truth! A

Aint that the truth! A million or so snaps for you! Great read, and excellent write!


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SSmoothie's picture

gosh

Thanks beautiful! :) yes these are very busy times ! How are you dear 789?


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thisisme789's picture

I'm okay,

but, I need new idea for poems....
oh and my sister sprayed me in the face with some perfume this morning, because I was hugging her!


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