Plebeian
I'm Joe,
your average Joe,
I find contentment,
in folding clothes,
I use a tissue,
to blow my nose,
of course I pick it,
when I'm alone.
I have a wife,
and kids to boot,
I have a job,
where I wear shoes,
I get them shined everyday,
by a fellow with the same name.
I have a house,
that I worked my whole life to own,
I have a car on loan,
thats almost mine though,
and when it is,
the engine will probably go.
When I retire,
to rest on my recliner,
I'll get me a big old t.v.,
the bigger, the better,
the best I can afford,
that'll be it,
my final reward,
then I'll finally croak,
but at least I'll no longer be board.
To the reader,
of this snore,
your not dead yet,
stop being bored.
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