DOING THE DYING THING

Coughing like a cold start
Wheezing like a bag
Spitting through the back door
Have another f*g
Doing the dying thing

Filling up an ash-tray
Feeding a fat face
Drinking cans of lager
Getting in a state
Doing the dying thing

Reading s****y papers
Tits and bingo cards
Have another lager
Another pound of lard
Doing the dying thing

Sitting watching game shows
Rattling paper bags
Looking bored and farting
How the sofa sags
Doing the dying thing

Working for a b*****d 
For very little pay
Yes boss and no boss
For eight hours a day
Doing the dying thing

Safely empty headed
Dull of thought and eye
Ignorant and vacant
There are many ways to die
Doing the dying thing

  By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[charlie]

This poem works well.

Good job, Phil.

[Phil Roberts]

Thanks again, Charlie : )