No Closure For The Working Man - Poem by Rachel Henley
What a terrible day dream,
run down streams to capture sunbeams.
Computers, beep beep.
Two steps forward, one back.
Take a walk on the wildside,
release the wildchild.
Jack Daniels and the white coke,
It is going to be a good night,
Yeah, it's going to be a good night.
Escape artist culture from the government vulture,
watching porn cause I know, I fail all elements.
Oh well, time to place a bet on the lottery,
Paychecks never satisfy the working man.
Smoking banned on the office grounds,
heard the government are raising tobacco prices now.
Pretty girl with 30 years behind her,
catch a nowhere bus with me,
no, we never did quite get our dreams did we?
Life sinks in when life is almost over.
No closure for the working man.
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