Laborious Poetryby Ryan Davisonin ComPosts, Poetryon Posted on September 3, 2018May 3, 2022 From throngs of angry communists who longed for Bar-B-Ques we’ve been gifted something dear though I’m not sure of its use A “holiday” devoid of fun Lacking gifts or songs to sing ironic that on Labor Day we sit home and do nothing.