It's just another day
No money and no job

I lift weights
But don't get the body I want

Women ignore me
As if I don't exist
At this point, who cares?

I think I'd rather be alone
Me and my akward body
My left shoulder
For whatever reason is bigger then the other

I'll just go hit golf *****
Or chip and putt

Why buy into this broken system anyhow
Just f* it
American dollars are worthless
Anyhow

I'll search and search for years
Never finding a job
Oh well

It's just more life
Life isn't that great
After all

And when it's all over
I'll go to some better place
It better be great
After this place
I want to play golf there

Well, I guess I am in a negative mood
I suppose it could always be worse

It's just another day

(I would like to respectfully ask that you don't comment on this poem, thanks.)