The Endless Endeavor That Cannot Be Won by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

The Endless Endeavor That Cannot Be Won by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

Please stay here at this time,
this time of day,
don’t dismay,
don’t complain.
What if the facts are not known,
not heeded.
What to do,
what to do,
what would you do?
Much will not be known.
Nothing will be considered,
only the credit
and how it’s shown.
Again, it will be said but not known.
Now we are down and in,
but the jelly is caught within.
My knees are like Jell-O
while my hands touch and hold metal.
It’s full of steel and not aluminum
so, my brain will not decay,
oh! what a great day!
Thank you at least for that,
now let’s end this little spat.
All because all what happened
It all went blown
on down that hill
with all of those colored flags which became still,
and missing from that van.
Why can’t we have the ‘have to’ set in place?
Then I could leave outer space.
But again, those floors would have to be clean
and Mr. bald would have a space.
where are they going?
How can I be involved?
I want my life to be solved.
Why are you leaving and I am not going?
I get to be with the old ones
who knew enough
to be gruff.
But that’s OK I say!
At least there are people here
and people there
at all of these shows of play.
Oh, hey! please stay!
Oh! I fill you with dismay?
I want so much of what you have,
at least that is what you say.
OK, I will go away.
Please learn how to blend in
with the ruckus
so as to not displease us and you and them.
Oh, how to give you space…!
I have your owner’s manual.
OK first I have to learn the language
then I can read the manual.
Give me time, but before I will leave
in order to not hear you whine.
This will always be my wish.
Oh, how did I get here?
Why cannot I hear?
Only mean faces prevail.
I thought they were gone! Over there somewhere.
Now they are here and in my way.
I now get to see them and how they stay.
But I stayed under my own strength,
but they were carried
and never gained weight.
They have no weight
to carry themselves,
but now their ugliness wants my weight.
You did not work, you did not clean,
how can you eat and still be mean?
How are you guided by different rules?
All of you mules
that got away with that stolen broom
which got broke.
Now it’s on your face
and obviously on your back.
See that mountain?
Weren’t there supposed to be two tents in that sack?
Don’t ask
and don’t tell
you can’t say that was hard sell.
At least I wasn’t involved.
How many days?
So, I have to recover you?
Now I only have one shoe
because you hid yours so that you could have mine.
We are not at your house playing Monopoly
with your mother who should be sued
because she would agree with your utter confusion,
and she would be proud to speak
of your spoiled entitlement
during guns and robbers.
that’s how superpower babies are
emptiness waiting to be spoon filled by their replacement mothers!
Did they ever win anything, honestly?” The First one gets off. The first one takes the credit.
oh please, oh please where are the old, gruff men to take me out again?
They are dead and gone. They will never be around for that situation of; When??