VAIN- Akeem Oyalowo
Work replaces life Work said to me in the evening, " Take me home ", I ' ll come back with you in the morning When fever arrived Work looked the other way Not accepting blame When pockets got dry Work craved absolution He cried that he ' s not the reason I have bills Work says, your bills only take, all I do is give Work steals time from wife Work says you need to be here to buy her diamonds Work says you need me to be a man Work says, women need him in my profile Women want to know where he has placed me And when they do, they will then decide whether to praise me Work blackmails me I feel tired, weary to the bone Yet I am rushing out of home On my way to work, Isn ' t work, warfare? Isn ' t work their reason for seeking amulets In search of spiritual armaments They said work should be what you love doing So that work will not seem like work But work hates disguises It claims to have put food on the table, so praising him is the right thing Work occupies time, forces you to flip chapters instead of pages Fast life becomes slow At old age ' s approach When men or women wearing tags and labels Tag you a rebel, forcing you to leave work
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