Short Work Over Poems

Driving my car
On a road, filled with Kamikaze
Is too much pain. Sure, I’m not at par
For they own the road
Besides, they rule
I’ve driven a lot, countless trips
To and fro from work, over and over again
At this moment, it’s has become worst
Maybe, I’ll obey my aging brain, use my feet
Or ride the bus the next time. More safety 

Who wants to buy my car?
I accept credit, but right now, I really need cash...

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I step inside Walmart with no pep
today is silent with hardly any talk
there waiting for me to put in cent’s
surprised, yeah
one shouts not a penny
a penny I will give them
for waste of wait time and effort 
not a new shiny one
but a old dirty one
he’s heading home
tomorrow we know he won’t be out
complete dirty work over-sleep 
take naps while we trade off
no worries tomorrow we’ll take you 
then bind you...

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