9 to 5 DEAD ENDA Poem by paperplanespaper
I'm at my 9 to 5 sitting here,
no clues no cares Mundane days leave me dazed and confused is it the weed? or am i just tired from the dead end dues? Dead end paychecks, working with dead end fools bosses act like they run things when they don't even know the rules working for these dead end paychecks working with these dead end fools I know I haven't proved it but I feel I'm destined for greatness I don't like what I see, so I'ma change my views Word of advice "Never live for any one, that wouldn't die for you" I see your days are locked in sequence I live by my mind eyne You see the gloss, well thats not the fine wine, that might be the weed or my mirror mind. the passion that you see reflects the man I hope to be Working hard, hardly working for dead end paychecks working with dead end fools dead end roads lead to dead end lives so I run with scissors cutting all dead end ties
© 2012 paperplanespaperAuthor's Note
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Added on November 14, 2012 Last Updated on November 14, 2012 AuthorpaperplanespaperSanta Fe, NMAboutI'm 22 and writing has become one of my top hobbies. more..Writing
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