Trapped
When the hell did I grow up? I mean where the hell did the time go?
My wallet shrunk, responsibility grew and none of it went slow
I’ve been wondering why I feel so old and worn down
I would try to blow this joint but im too sore to skip town
That was a joke but man I’m really feeling sore
Two toddlers run my house and got me working to be poor
I got a boss at work and he’s never all that bad to me, but then I go home and get run ragged by the other three! not to be dramatic sometimes I’d welcome a lobotomy, I get the feeling that they’re after me, like setting me up for fraudulent things because I refused them both their sucker rings!!
But while this is all in good fin and we could all use a smile
If I had to be trapped, I’d hope I’m trapped here a while
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2018
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