FIVE DAYS A WEAK

A pay raise, extra change
but not within my budget
and I find that strange
left wanting more from
commodities I exchange
like being trapped
in a marriage where
the love is prearranged
a gun to the head
without a practice range
I have baggage unclaimed...

dipped and pummeled
by the waves of s**t
that floats downstream
traversing slippery rocks that
tumbled mans dreams
but my image is clean
stuck between
a rock and a rat race
to occupied to even think straight

Tony the Tiger says they're great
and I agree at a quarter to eight
at the bus stop I wait...to greet
the bus driver with Colgate breath
pay my bus fare and sit next to death...

Reviews

[brenda]

lol nice played i could actualy see everything in like how the prices fall and raise the economy this days really bad! well nice poem !:)