My Economic Recovery PlanA Poem by Dennis ShanabergA coffee shop rant about the system and other bullsh*t
Where I have I been?
Perhaps maybe dead-- Over these past few years While my friends had smoke and beers Swirling ‘round their heads, I’ve been working for the pay I get With bills unmet. And still I’ve yet to meet A single person who can tell me What the Hell happened To this world we live in. Because I’m paying for the sins of others Not just the mistakes of my father, But something beyond me And all this f*****g entropy. Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven-- If so, then I long for hell. Oh well-- I’d be there with brethren Or at least the a******s who put me in this place As they saved face In their f*****g gutless arms race. Pay the money to survive. Pay for school so I can thrive. Pay for it with this job, And then get called a f*****g slob. Sell yourself to get a job To stand out in the f*****g mob. Prostitution in this institution. Kill all the fat cats with their cat nip. That is my final solution. It all comes down to just money. Pieces of paper weighed down by society. But f**k this s**t. It ain’t for me Because money can’t really make me happy? Although what buys love and life and the pursuit? What pays for the job where you wear that suit? Friends and lovers are far away When their the ones who have to pay. It’s too legal for money to get you laid, With necklaces and shiny cars and free drinks in s****y bars. We’re all w****s to this thing we made. We’ve all helped it with the time we gave. Slaves or sultans of economy, But trust me, it all comes with a fee. We’ve all lost so much time and money, And they say that time is money. Compounded losses compounded with no interest, And in the end I’ve put it to the test-- That time’s more money when you’re at rest And in these words I’ve found that more is less. © 2011 Dennis ShanabergAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on September 7, 2011 Last Updated on September 7, 2011 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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