You never share much of your money
You're far too busy with negotiations
I end up paying for all your aspirations
And break downs
I end up lost in the translations
I have no leverage in your allegations
And end paying for the administrations
And break downs
I'm out of options can't pay the rent
Futures bleak all the moneys spent
Caught on the hop, no end in sight
Working for peanuts at the Mac
No hope of promotion before I get the sack
No transportation or fare money to go
Still I don't complain going nowhere
It's another dead end place but who cares!
Now it seems
Just put the knives away and pick up a magazine
The laundry is the place to go
Where business is a rodeo
Washing money there is now how we pick
A horse race that is always fixed
Still I don't know
I don't know...
You never share much of your money
You're far too busy with your negotiations
I end up paying for all your aspirations
And break downs...
Author notes
myriad dark & dstreetpoet
A contest entry
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nic job
nice job you did a great job on capturing my avatar. keep up the good work -
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correction my poem not my avatar sorry just woke up still a little frazzled
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I really liked the detail in this piece, little things like "rodeo" and "laundry." Seems random but it all ties together so great job..
Thanks for entering good luck.
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awesome write.
"Still I don't complain nowhere is slow
Is where I can go" - reads 'fuzzy' to me though.
Thanks
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