Working


Got a job, got a dream
But nothing is ever what it really seems
Working the nine to five
Bored to death but still got to be on the grind
Don't have a car, too lazy to walk the distance
Lyrics in my head but people don't listen
Spend my time memorizing songs to sing
But each word doesn't even mean a thing
To the ones who don't care

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem