Another Day
Another day has passed.
Perhaps tommorow I can relax.
Lifes pressures build.
To the point I want to kill.
I cannot stand this daily bilge.
All I want is to get my fill of peace and quiet, and people nill.
Another day, another dissapointment.
I'm sick of waiting like I need an appointment.
This existence is so dull.
On my pud all day I pull.
Dealing with the jerks who run the world.
Another day, another dime.
Christ when will I ever have the time?
To sit and think and have a drink.
To kiss my love on the cheek.
Another day I'm madder still.
I hate them for the ways they kill.
My self respect and dignity.
With no remorse they stay their course.
Another day I'm so damn tired.
Perhaps soon I'll be fired.
Then I'll spend my days and nights,
dreaming of such youthful spites.
At least then though I'll have some time,
to sit and read and think of you, even enjoy the lovely view.
poem by Michael McParland
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