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My mom doesn't watch the news

On the TV I heard him say,

"No one wants to work these days."

My generation lays dormant

hibernating in parents basements.

We slumber so we can smother

childish desires for a house and a lover.

Our overdue rent on prospect

the proprietor, has come to collect.

 

Sleep comes quite easily

for us fed-up past employees;

If I stay a pipe-dream ******

maybe I won't wake up hungry.

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Written by
fishmaidenshaven
18
Published
May 15
Lines·Words
12·68
Notes

this is my first poem and im very bad at grammar

im scared to post this, but i think it's really the only way to get better

so if you read this, please be nice ><>

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#amateur#depression#depressed#lol#poor#jobless#sad#capitalism#orsomething#firstpoem
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