Tomorrow

`\		John Henry said to his mother,
		 A man ain't nothin but a man,
	        And before I let this steam beat me down,
	     I'm gonna die with my hammer in my hand.



The big iron mouth
vomits its ton of fill dirt with a
Boom! drooling a puddle

of incidental pebbles
for the hard-hat guy to clear away
with his tiny shovel.

Jesus Christ, this word processor
finishes my sentences
quick as a wife!

Yesterday, out of the blue,
something took my job, and today 
it's circling the help-wanteds. 

Wow! Just now
a nice melancholy poem
for me to plagiarize.

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What am I going to do tomorrow?
with myself tomorrow?
what fine goal will I pursue?

Tomorrow's smile of confidence,
steady as a rock around the clock,
regardless how hard I hammer.