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The Loneliest Job in the World
By Tony Hoagland
As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me?
you are completely screwed, because
the next question is How Much?
and then it is hundreds of hours later,
and you are still hunched over
your flow charts and abacus,
trying to decide if you have gotten enough.
This is the loneliest job in the world:
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By Tony Hoagland
As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me?
you are completely screwed, because
the next question is How Much?
and then it is hundreds of hours later,
and you are still hunched over
your flow charts and abacus,
trying to decide if you have gotten enough.
This is the loneliest job in the world:
to be ( Read more... )
Comments 1
skimming one of his books i noticed many of his poems are created out of conversations like "Peter tells me..." or "Jenny said the other day..."
1 favorite:
Phone CallMaybe I overdid it ( ... )
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