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The Poet's Job

from BLACK HORIZON by Carl Funk

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THE POET'S JOB

It's the poet's job to sit and think
Watch all his fingers grow fat and pink
Shun the shovel and lift the drink
No need for working harder

Rich man says the poor are poor
By their own works and there's no more
To do for them but show them the door
And say they must work harder
Poor man says life's not fair
With all that gold you're hoarding there
Starve my children to oil your hair
And we keep working harder

It's the poet's job to sit and think
Watch all his fingers grow fat and pink
Shun the shovel and lift the drink
No need for working harder

The poet yawns, counts his coins
To buy another round
But, the price of inspiration can't be found
Pick him up, toss him in bed
Those weighty words inside his head
Surely keep him tethered to the ground

Rich man says the poor are poor
Poor man shouts I'll work no more
Poet's slumped on the kitchen floor
Waiting to expire

It's the poet's job to sit and think
Watch all his fingers grow fat and pink
Shun the shovel and lift the drink
No need for working harder

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from BLACK HORIZON, released September 7, 2016
Carl Funk: vocals, acoustic guitar
Garey Shelton: bass
Ben Smith: drums
John Morton: electric guitar
Casey Wescott: keyboards
Lori Goldston: cello
Craig Aspen: vocals
Jeff Busch: percussion

"It's the poet's job to sit and think"

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Carl Funk Seattle, Washington

Pacific Northwest artist Carl Funk has spent more than half his life creating lyrics and music, delivering evocative narratives that connect people to foundations that define community, love and resolution.

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