The Drudgery of Mindless Work


The Drudgery of Mindless Work


Brace yourself for another day.

Rub your eyes until the light fades.

Tucked away in your own little world,

where maids do not make the beds.

There is nothing to smell but the flower 

dying in your hour of contemplation.


Find a way out to reclaim your life.

Do not stay until it is to late to live.

A day here is a day too long. Your

limber bones have wasted away.

One fine day the drudgery of mindless 

work will end. Fix yourself a tall drink.


Some fine day you will be home

and you will do whatever you desire.

Some other person will take your place

and no one will remember you.

They never really needed you.

So go on and live without regret.



Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal 


Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press), Keepers of Silence (Kendra Steiner Editions), and Make the Water Laugh (Rogue Wolf Press). His poems were published by Ariel Chart, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Zygote in my Coffee.

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