Monday, June 23, 2008

working class blues

It's back to the old grind
It seems you're always behind
And the piles of work
Make you look like a jerk

You wait for your break
And you can't afford steak
Bills all need to be paid
You don't have it made

You have to pay bills
No time for your ills
So take those darn pills
And head for the hills

Load up on caffeine
And don't be so mean
You need to make green
Show up at the scene

Work till you retire
Or maybe inspire
That deep inner fire
That sends all dreams higher

Right now I'll just go
Just work for my dough
A tough row to hoe
But the money does show


Frasypoo said...

Who knew there was a poet hiding in you !!!
This would be perfect for a country song!

74WIXYgrad said...

As big as I am, there could be several others hiding in me;)

Glad you found my newest blog.

Jessica said...

Didn't know you were so talented Cliff! I should have known!

I liked this poem. It's how I felt at work this morning too.

Liquid said...

Love it!

Daisy said...

That was great!