Middle Class Misery
in Work Poems
Hopes dashed, dreams fade,
Gotta go to work another day.
Paid my money, bought my ticket
Thought I could tell my boss to stick it....
in Work Poems
Hopes dashed, dreams fade,
Gotta go to work another day.
Paid my money, bought my ticket
Thought I could tell my boss to stick it....
I woke with a particular feeling
I was floating on top of the ceiling,
A little surprised
when I opened my eyes
What if the world ended in a fiery blaze, mountains
crumbled to the ground,
and all that was left is a lingering haze
not a whisper nor a sound?...
The dogs are barking at the door,
but we can't let them in 'cause they
pooped on the floor.
It wasn't your average pile of poo.