I wake up 6 AM each day,
Looking forward to a meaningless pay.
moving through the lies of a broken humanity
lost in a form of my own insanity.
I put on the uniform
Watching them all swarm
The bills fly in
Leaving no time to spin
Two Denver's on Rye
One with Ceasar one with Fries.
I cant stand it
like a crime i didn't commit
I want more
This cant be what i live for.
And yet..
as i break that hard earned sweat
another order comes flying in
leaving no time to spin
Two Denver's on Rye,
One with Ceasar one with Fries.
I'm home at 9 PM
Crawling in bed feeling a sudden condemned
lying awake till the sun raises
hoping it will bring new suprises.
Two Denver's on Rye
One with Ceasar one with Fries.
Adding your comment:
It kinda sucks but I could tell from the poem exactly where it was going. The ending of the poem was perfect. Good write Teddy! You're always great at your writes. 
Your ideas to write poems seem to come out of thin air to me. They're really good.
