Third Shift

Darin Waugh on Apr 11, 2011

Those of you who have or who are working third shift can relate to this poem!

Spilling coffee – sleep walking

Third – shift – work

Mind craves REM

As my chin bounces off my chest

Paste me to a pillow, please

Slumped

I wonder,

Did I loss some kind of race…

What happened to my career

I hunt with underpaid zombies

and cool cats

Killing nothing but the moon

Four years to get a daytime degree

“Freaks come out at night”

the song says

I’m with a few, who

are praying to energy drinks

But the shelves are now full

Crimson sun crosses the border

I’ll soon waddle to bed

I’m sure,

Just as my neighbor

starts to mow his lawn

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Comments (3)

Minaem on Apr 11, 2011
Nice poem! I don’t work third shifts tho.
You may like to try to post it on deviantart, they have much bigger audience for art in general.
CHIPMUNK on Apr 12, 2011
interesting one don’t work third shift work as I wish from home the best for me
ladym33 on Apr 12, 2011
I remember those days of working late hours. I am sorry you have to do this. I always love seeing new work from you though.

Hi there!