Joe

Joe goes home to his 5 bed semi Dado rails and flat screen telly Wife’s cooking dinner, wine in her hand Kids playing in the den with painted hands He kicks off his shoes, throws his jacket on the chair Flops in the lounge like he doesn’t have a care Dinner ready, and it’s slammed down Joe gets the kids, games stop #frowns Forks in hands and food in gobs Everything forgotten especially shitty jobs Wife relaxes, it’s all quiet when they eat She imagines later massaging feet TV showing, the soaps on the screen Joes mind is elsewhere, Golf on the green? Time ticks on, kids are in bed Joe tries to force work from his head It’s all about money. Work and bills Not about living a life without frills Waking up to bird song coming from the sky Not about queuing on the M25 Not about the lying, the cheating, the scam Investing in the stock like he gives a damn Doesn’t matter if his client jumped from the roof Joe didn’t tell him to, that’s the truth Wifey likes the money and the life it buys Once there was passion behind her eyes Now it’s all about clothes and shoes, and other **** Once it was baby talk, laughing at my wit Now I’m just her ticket to golden riches, So she can mix it up with the posh bitches Got to keep her in the style she says she likes Debts getting bigger, can’t afford the lifestyle hike Schools are private for a better education But do they ever improve the state of the nation How did it get like this my man? Started out living in a caravan Mum was drunk, dad was in jail Joe strived so hard so not to fail There are many Joes in this world we see Just try and say hell that won’t be me.