I oh so wonder what it is I'm doing,
For if things remain Stale there are Problems brewing.
I've required a fair Job with decent Pay,
Working all hours in the Archaeological Way-
But I can't help thinking my life is in Ruins.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2026 18:43
- Comment from author about the poem: The sound you hear is a Barrel being scraped.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 8
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments2
Clever wording of pairing Archeology with ruins. A clever write
Thanks as always. Appreciate you reading.
My pleasure
Kevin, this gave me a chuckle and a wince at the same time. The humor is right there on the surface, but there's also that familiar feeling of looking around and wondering whether all the effort is leading where you hoped it would. Nicely done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. And for the fave. 👍
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