Day in, day out my job is a joke Keeps me only one step above broke Long hours and high expectations All this comes with low pay Anybody else would say "No way!" Myself, I need the money Being so broke it ain't funny Will I ever see a day that is sunny? Company sends me away with 120 miles Help with others that I have never met before No choice, no voice Just what I'm told Having no money is so old If that truth needs to be told 120 miles or else Destiny or doom? BOOM!
Here is a site for my poetry. Like the title implies, some poems are sweet and others sour. Each one was written during a different phase of my life when I was up and down. So, enjoy and leave comments. Peace.