Frank the Crank

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Photo by Odssey

Photo by Odssey

Frank was a crank
He sat in a cubicle
And picked at his cuticles
While hearing the expletives
Of all of the defeatists.

Frank was a crank
because he didn’t know
if he would rise high or low
in his pursuit of success and money
while he drank tea with milk and honey.

Frank was a crank
and he took heavy breaths
while he jumped to the depths
of  selling and burning out his soul
only to fill up his boss’s cup and  bowl.

Frank was a crank
but he stood up one day
and looked through the fray
and decided he had had enough
so he packed up his cubicle and took all his stuff.

Frank was no longer a crank
because he reset his mind
and came up from behind
as he built a life with his own determined goals
and filled to the brim his own cup and bowls.

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