WorkA Poem by AreWeBothCrazyThis is how I've been feeling lately
It's claustrophobic here at home
And there is no where else to go So all I do is work and smoke And work and smoke And work and smoke I'm only seventeen I had hopes and I had dreams But now reality is calling me I'll work this job forever Me and him will stay together I'll pay off all my ticket debts For drinking and shoplifting, theft, Misdemeanors that made sense I'm not feeling guilty yet I'll run when I get caught And hide from cops and from the law And snowboard till it's dawn Of every day till winters gone I'll have my Sentra, '94 And drive around when I get bored I'll have a little house or flat I'm perfectly content with that I'll stand on my porch and I'll watch the sun set With mountains of snow and a cigarette Just my little calming life And everything will just feel right This is how I want to live To chill, and be, and just exist No college, university Could ever just do this for me Why should I strive to be "the best" When it's not in my best interest? If every day is like a chore Then what the f**k am I living for? All I want to be is broke And work and smoke And work and smoke © 2010 AreWeBothCrazyReviews
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StatsAuthorAreWeBothCrazyMinneapolis, MNAboutI live in Minneapolis, my third city (previously Milwaukee and a suburb of New York City you've never heard of) and the place where my life has changed the most. I'm a hippy - I love marijuana with m.. more..Writing
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