S.S.D.D.

I used the acronym for the title to be polite.

I grow weary of this game I play,

the same ol' grind each and every day.

I need some spice to heat things up,

A nip of Gin in my coffee cup.

The car is broken and needs repair,

I look in my wallet for money there,

and find instead a month old bill,

I reckon next month It'll be there still.

Why do I play this endless game,

where each day is different yet still the same.

Things will change I tell myself,

as I push my dreams to the back of the shelf.

There they'll sit collecting dust,

cobwebs, barnacles or plain old rust.

I'll get to them another day,

right now I've got these bills to pay. 

Author's Note

Be gentle it's my first time. :)