Friday, February 21, 2020

Serfs Up For Work. By Anthony Dirk Ray


hellish environment abound
as the heatwave intensifies
no relief for the camper of the street you say
at least vagabonds can find shade
laborers slave away
dying a little each second
the toil and grind
hacking away at their soul
leaving merely hours in a lifetime
for relaxation and enjoyment
no time to fully recharge
before the thrall resumes
while cold fingers point
and quenched throats command





Anthony Dirk Ray resides in the deep southern portion of the United States. 

After years of writing off and on, he is now sending some lines out. His most recent work can be found on multiple sites online.  Some of which are, Unlikely Stories, Mad Swirl, The Beatnik Cowboy, and Horror Sleaze Trash. 

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