Stuck In a Rut

Here I am dreaming of freedom

While on my lunch break

In a windowless warehouse

I don't think I ever needed a drink

More in my life than now

God have mercy on my soul

My tired

wretched

beaten down

soul

Three plus hours left

before i can go home

To what

I don't even know

Except for a drink

and the best cig of the day

try to shake these blues away

oh

whats the point

for tomorrow is a new day

for the alarm clock to say

hey

get your a*s to work

dreaming is for children

paying bills is for men

and so are shotguns

 

God damn

do I need a drink

 

 

Reviews

[Dionysus Cain]

now hold up, i like that, bills and shotguns are for men and dreams are for children, that is true as hell..