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Jul 2013
i don't get around much
anymore
things run fast and then
slow
s l o w
s  l  o  w

when i'm at work i can't
wait to get
out
when i'm out
i'm bored
witless
nothing on my
hit list
to do
anymore
no more
evermore
for sure

guess you could say
i'm knee deep
in a rut
it's hard to get around
when nothing seems
fun
just mindless work
for money
i don't use
just sock away
my bank is happy
but i'm just
blank

i guess
i think
an educated guess
but nothing seems
to really come
to surface
ushering people on the job
but never my ideas to fruition
i'm stuck
no fun
all work
no play
they say
make's johnny a dull boy
just another battery powered toy
of the lean machine
of the corporation
i just
i just don't
i just don't know what
to do with myself
the title is from a White Stripes song, but I don't really care. I love the song, the band and the title, so sue me.
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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