Work Poem
I'm 21 and I like to run. Sometimes from things and sometimes to them. I write about whatever happens to be in my head really, which sounds pretentious but isn't meant to. I probably write too much about my own life but I like honesty.
Nine to Five Eats At You
©
Wilfred Williams
nine to five eats at you
because you're so much
better than
this.
and so you lose your
soul in a karaoke bar
screaming
"BORN IN THE USA"
even though we both know you were
born in a rural English hospital,
patchwork quilt around your day old body.
it's tough out there with the no-jobs and the no-homes
so you still wear your briefcase like it's
a chokehold when it's really a
golden handshake, a silver spoon and
the feeding of a family.
"say goodnight to the boys for me,
I'm going to
be late home from
the office."
because you're so much
better than
this.
and so you lose your
soul in a karaoke bar
screaming
"BORN IN THE USA"
even though we both know you were
born in a rural English hospital,
patchwork quilt around your day old body.
it's tough out there with the no-jobs and the no-homes
so you still wear your briefcase like it's
a chokehold when it's really a
golden handshake, a silver spoon and
the feeding of a family.
"say goodnight to the boys for me,
I'm going to
be late home from
the office."
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