5 YearsA Poem by K.C. Zbrykstupid questions...I hate the question Where do you see yourself in five years? Because if I was honest I’d say I have no f*****g clue And you’re an a*****e for asking But This is just my humble opinion I have to ask people Where were you five years ago? Did you see yourself here? I sure as hell didn’t see myself In a suit trying to sell myself to a Table full of men I don’t know So where will I be five years from now? Honestly Not here either Not answering this question again And to think that someone Is being honest when they say “Right here working away?” Or “Taking your job once you get that promotion!” Then you’re a moron on top of it Five years ago did you see yourself Interviewing me? I sincerely doubt it. On some infallible website I read that the human body Sheds cells on a regular basis Making you A whole new you Every seven years or so So in ten years You won’t even be the same person Who asked me the question About where I would be And I would no longer be The same person answering On the cellular level anyway But back to the question Where will I be in five years? I think I will be complaining about Some other random string of words That piss me off for no Apparent reason And it sounds nice. 04/18/2013 0431 am © 2013 K.C. ZbrykFeatured Review
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Added on April 18, 2013Last Updated on April 18, 2013 AuthorK.C. Zbrykthat one with the lights, and buildings too!, COAboutHi I'm Kiefer. Not the actor, or any other strange kiefer titled product, I'm just an amateur writer working on some stories and spitting out the occasional poem. Everything that is posted here is.. more..Writing
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