Jonas woke up, ate his breakfast,
and then began his day.
He put on his suit, kissed his wife,
and set out on his way.
His job was crap, his boss a pain,
no real reason to go,
but when asked if he'd like a change,
he'd amicably reply "no",
He got his work done, his day, over,
and then off to the bar,
where he had a few drinks, and grudgingly,
got in the backseat of the car,
His friend dropped him off, and then he thought,
"my god, my life's a bore,
every day, i'm always the same,
dammit, I'll take no more!"
Dreaming of a major change,
Jonas rested his head,
but alas, it never came true,
'cause jonas woke up dead.
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Wow to tell the truth this hole thing had me from the beginning and leaves me hanging sometimes then picks me up the next line GOOD WRITE>>>>
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Interesting
i like your poem...u did a very good job.
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