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.
Copyright © Sandra Riley | Year Posted 2017
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