by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Oct 2021 286 Views 3 comments
Ticket to Uruguay
Monday I'm pounding the pavement
the walk, the dead soul pain walk
for a job I've swallowed
for thirty years gone
and every day I pass
that little bank on the corner
where ninety seconds
is all it would take
to break this hell
that and a little steel influence
faces to the cool floor
I'd do a little wheezing now
having left it too long
filling the money sacks
naked ambition
finally realized
and all the while
back home
sitting in the drawer
that ticket to Uruguay
the walk, the dead soul pain walk
for a job I've swallowed
for thirty years gone
and every day I pass
that little bank on the corner
where ninety seconds
is all it would take
to break this hell
that and a little steel influence
faces to the cool floor
I'd do a little wheezing now
having left it too long
filling the money sacks
naked ambition
finally realized
and all the while
back home
sitting in the drawer
that ticket to Uruguay
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Posted: Oct 2021
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Comments (3)
A break from the mundane sounds
Attractive.
Regards Mick,