Bad Trip
Every day, same routine
out of bed, in the latrine
Cup'a'joe, out the door I go
Work's a bad trip, but I owe
Phony-smile time: 'How was your weekend'
('Still datin' that tired old girlfriend')
Jumpin' through hoops way too small
insufferable boss, cocky know-it-all
Liberty bell rings at half-past-five
the hour the dead come alive
Off to the bar for a tall cold one
hand on the trigger ~ all done
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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