Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Rhyme Royal

Mired In Mediocrity

Stuck in the mud,
and you don't know why that is
You got mediocre dreams,
you never aspired to be much
All you ever did was only think of yourself,
and now you're wondering how
you got left behind by everyone else

You always were the 
worst kind of ne'er do good
Just another woulda, coulda, shoulda,
real bad, bad boy in the 'hood

Last I heard, you were a low-level mule,
carrying lots of contraband on a desert highway
You knew the risks and the unwritten rule:
lose the shipment ... somebody has gotta pay

Now you're stuck in the mud,
braying for somebody to come help you
That's real rich, seeing how
you never helped anyone you ever knew

You always were the 
worst kind of ne'er do good
Just another woulda, coulda, shoulda,
real sad, sad man who's locked up
for chasing paper made out of wood

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Daniel Turner November 3, 2016 at 5:01 PM Telling it like it is! Another great write, Freddie:)

Alexis Y. November 3, 2016 at 4:18 PM Hi Freddie, You have penned a well written piece that rings true. Bad choices equal bad consequences. The character in this write found out the hard way. Well done:-) Alexis

Tim Smith November 3, 2016 at 2:46 PM Another terrific write Freddie. We reap what we sow.