Aspirations

A moderately sarcastic/ caustic/ quirky rant poem that I wrote one morning when thinking of my -ever bleaker-looking- future.

Yeah, of course, I could

Become a decorator or a

Carpenter or even a plumber,

Oh joy.

And I could work all day long 

Until my mind petrifies from

Boredom and becomes oil for

This sordid government to consume.

Or I could get a minimum wage job

To fuel some drug habit

That I will half-assedly attempt 

To quit periodically until

My liver or brain ceases to 

Function and they put me into

Some ward where my family 

Will look upon me pitifully.

Or I could rob a bank, get caught, and simply bend over.

Or maybe, just maybe, this world

Could cut me some slack and let me

Do what I want, in my own time.

Doubt it I s'pose

Reviews

[TheSweet]

This is quite amusing, can hear a level of sarcasm and lack of enthusiasm for the future comming though - which seems intended. Some great lines such as 'Or I could rob a bank, get caught, and simply bend over.' that made me grin. Bravo - keep up the querk.

[Daniel88Batson]

That was real funny. I get the sense of character from your words here; 'simply bend over'... so you! lol
Possibly needs some punctuation, although I can see why you haven't used it (in order to form a "rant").
Well done. "Like"

[Sophster300]

Love it! Especially the line 'Or I could rob a bank, get caught, and simply bend over.' Very well written :) Thanks for sharing x

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Been in a ward before, I had so many issues. So glad to be out. I like this write, so full of powerful emotions....xo

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. an interesting write ... intelligently written ...
. the future rarely conforms to any plans ...