Dragging out from morn to eve,
waiting for the chance to leave,
what I do to skimp and save,
when sleeping in is all I crave.
Pennies here and nickels there,
Going out, we always share,
leaving kids at home with Mum,
just so we can have some fun.
The house is buried under debt,
the bills are always late, and yet,
we manage just to keep afloat,
our lives appear a sinking boat.
Friday comes and check in hand,
we spend it sitting in the van,
seeing what we can do without,
"There's a little left!" we shout.
What little difference from ancient Rome?
We live at work and sleep at home.
No money makes it in to save;
am I a man, or a paid slave?
Still, life is better than before;
I have a family, kids galore.
And, we do manage to eat quite well,
On cheese and macaroni shells.
A contest entry
- Labour Day.....(2 DAYS ONLY)-(2 DAYS ONLY) by copypastedelete.
400 points, ended May 10, 2007, 2 entries
Gold trophy winner
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525 points, ended October 19, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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Good write, I liked the rhyme here. This was both a humourous poem but also a good sociological poem which showed your opinion well. Good luck in the contest
Pozo
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good flow
i like the flow and story of your poem.
well done, and best wishes in the contest
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