Here is another thought
I wrote it at work
Because I didn't bring lunch
Had some free time
And lunch i shard to come by on my budget
No leftovers for me
No one cooks at home anymore
Toast is my specialty
But it's enough for me
Another day
Another mindless tasks
Teaching me to use scissors
Cut the paper into squares and stack them
It's embarrassing
And I feel mocked
I need something else
Can't wait to get home
Sit in my balcony
Sun to the west
Beer in my hand
Cigarette in the other
Til the moon arrives
And that delicious
Buttery toast
Awaits me
This is the life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem