George otto Becker

Rookie - 10 Points (091570 / Robstown TX.)

Crazy Me. - Poem by George otto Becker

In my sleep I do talk,
In the day I slip when I walk.
Under the sun I do toil,
Just to pay for my fuel and oil.
Eating my lunch,
I ate a bunch.
Then along came three,
My stupid enemy.
Almost asleep at work was me.
Along came five in the nick of time,
Hard to make it home when I have not a dime.
Traffic so bad,
Took three hours to hit my driveway and I was MAD.
Checked the mail so quick and fast.
And let out a gasp.
In the box there was a bill for me,
Those dirty rats turned off my electricity.
I walked to my door with haste,
My mind distraught like a total headcase.
I went inside yet to find,
This home was empty and was not mine.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 31, 2012


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