Break Time Eight Oh Nine

Been Bustin my Brain

Bout to go insane

lookin for lost letters & things

Some things inportant

some things mundame

time wasted & spent

on things I may

have to repent

no tellin what the

certified letter sent

mortgage is over due

their tryin to take

the house too

they have all

& still have the gull

to dig in my pockets

they might find

some rockets

they can blast back

to an empty

account of it all

which way is up

& where did they turn

seems like a maze

full of **** & *****

is there ever an end

to it all

as I recall

it started with Obama

now we are stuck in Omaha

Request permission to use this poem

Hello PoetryVoting