A Bad Day

by mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin, USA

Oct 2016 625 Views 2 comments

A Bad Day

Woke up at 3 am
Couldn't get back to sleep
I worried till 6 am about all things deep
The stolen election by Hillary and my crappy job
So mad where my life is that I wish I had a grenade to lob
I arrive at work, my stomach in knots
I feel like a bucket of fish heads left to rot
The day goes by painfully slow, the jerk starts to yell
Want so bad to punch him in the head like a dinner bell
Feelin depressed, feeling paranoid
If I could just get a job where I could avoid
All these mean people that are everywhere
Even my mean dad likes to blare
So where is heaven cause this sure feels like hell
My only escape it seems is watching sitcoms with women like Nell
Gimme a Break! like the show says
I harken back to the old days when I ate candy like PEZ

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Posted: Oct 2016

About this poem:

I have the day off today which I am thankful for. There are certainly people with worse days than this. Like George Carlin said, "What do white people have to be blue about? White people have to realize their job is to give people the blues, not to get them."

Comments (2)

morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeOct 21, 2016

hey this is one of your best I've ever read ...it's a natural bro !

marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaNov 27, 2016

How could I have missed this one?! We are all in one basket, we could all relate, better think that this is just a bad day, like many others, it will pass. Thank you for sharing, dear poet!