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to (on a friday night)
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Thursday, 17th March 2011 @ 04:51:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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To finish work, then join my friends
and converse. Fun. Wish time won't end.
The world, just there, within my grasp,
a temporary clasp.
To sit with friends, alone in pub.
I've drunk too much without much grub.
I lose the power of simple speech,
so, inwardly I reach.
To Search in vain for words to say
that make a difference every day.
To be something, an entity,
but I'm the same old me.
To stare at a bottle of beer,
the foil. Toward my fingers steer.
I scrape it off to satisfy,
the glue frustrates. Time passes by...
To find a bus stop timetable
and find that I'm so unable
to read the last bus, it just went.
My money almost spent.
To be a hamster on a wheel,
pay day comes with such appeal.
Then, hours later I'm alone, drunk.
My ship sailed gallantly, then sunk.
To wish I could find other ways
to spend my money and my days,
but I would miss company of friends.
Loneliness. A means to an end
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poeticjestix
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2011-03-17 16:51:15]
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