If life was worth living
I am sure I would not have been given one.
I go to work and return to the apartment
I play around people all day who have lives
I try to imitate them
And it is not working.
I do not drive a car because my million dollar legs take me everywhere
I want to go
They are my Visa Card left leg and my MasterCard right leg.
But if I did have a car then I would have a bumper sticker
And it would read:
I Would Rather Be Online.
Life is wasted on me.
I live in a Universe full of worlds I will never get to visit.
I live in a world that has more water in the oceans that I will ever
Use.
I am confused, God Who?
Have you ever sat right in the middle of one of your poems
And wondered what the next line will be?
What it will look like?
What it will say?
26 letters of the American alphabet
To choose from
So many words, so little time.
Do you feel trapped
When you come to this poetry box?
Feeling like you have to type your way out of here
Knowing that when it is over
You really have no place to go.
You try to fathom why you came here
And your mind is laid on the writer's block
And you try to slice and dice
Vocabulary
You are making salads
When all these people
Want meat and potatoes
Wait, in just a minute the hostess will seat you
She will send a waitress to you presently and you will be shown the menu
And you can see today's special
You will not believe our prices
After you have dined you can leave a big tip.
Tell all your friends about the cuisine.
Leave your table as cluttered as possible
They got buss boys here to clean up your mess.
The restaurant business is like slopping a herd of swine.
Before you know it the dishwasher will be eyeing what you left.
Seeing the crap you leave on your plate
Has given him motivation to shed 20 pounds
Over the past year and a half that he has worked here.
If life was worth living
He would not have been given one.
Author notes
Life is a four letter word.
Written April 26th, 2006
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Really good.
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Poignant. Illusion stripped clean down to the knobby bits.
The voice of the unseen.
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Excellent Poem !
I am really touched and moved by the word's you wrote in this poem and how you wrote them. I hate it when a person does not at least clean the table up as good as possible that they are at just cause they think that it is not theur job.But in all reality it really is their job for it reflect's on the person to whom they reall are ! Thank You for writeing this more people need to see and read it.
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Brenda Gae
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A very sad poem about your life, it doesn't seem as dramatically sad as more disillusioned. Keep writing, this was a powerful personal poem.
Best wishes
Pozo
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Interesting craziness of life as you live it. Learning to cope with what life throws at you while struggling with a writers block to write it all down. Incredible thoughts well expressed.
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beautifully written
What a vivid look at life hrough the eyes of the restaurant bbusiness. They truly see the public in a diferent hue. what a emotional exprssion of words. Your talent here is explosive...write ON!...ennovy
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I think what keeps me reading your writes is your versitality and the ability to draw me in with real life! I like the thought behined this piece as it expresses a deeper root into the mind of someone just questioning thought. I like the way you rationalize in writting.
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Expressed very well.........I often find myself within this write of yours......trapped.......a wasted existence.......
But.....I keep trying to fight my way out of this box and see something more within this thing called life...........
Nicely done.............
Leance
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Rebel this is a very poignant write, it shows how we sometimes feel the futility of our existence, thought provoking.
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Ah , the life on DISH. I remember the left over slop and cigarette butts. Napkins and snot. Sweating and soaking all for that minimum wage. But after the night is over the fun just began. The after hours life of the servers and staff. Stay up late. Party. Breakfast at Frans sleep till two, do it all over again. There is a freedom in that.Life will dish out whatever you can take. Given that, take what you can.
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