A Poem By Carl Buntion, Texas
One Of Those Days
Ever wake up and realise you're late for work?
The boss is going to kill me, he's such a jerk!
I'm late by an hour, there's no time to shower,
I'd like to wipe that face of his silly smirk.
Talk about being forgetful, just look at this,
Coffee pot is unplugged, now I am getting hissed.
I dress then boot my feet, burn rubber down the street,
But I get that feeling there's something I've missed.
Would you look at that, traffic is moving just fine.
One day I'll be the boss, then I can sleep till nine.
It won't do any harm to check that clock's alarm,
Those twelve-hour work days leave no time to unwind.
Did I bring in the dog and put out the cat?
I tell you man, on days like this my brain is flat.
If I hit the lotto, I would leave this grotto
And fly away from here like a hell out of bat.
That old foreman of mine's as crooked as a snake,
And that grill of his looks like my old rusty rake.
Would you look at that, I forgot my new hard hat.
Guess what you fool? Today your head's gonna bake.
I see kids skipping school, hanging out in the park.
They will end up dumb like me, and working till dark.
Packed shopping centres now - on Friday morning? Wow,
Must be a grand opening? Maybe just a lark.
Headache, heartache, backache and running just on fumes.
So hungry I could eat dirt, or even legumes.
A pot roast sounds fine, a cheeseburger divine.
I forgot my lunchbox, I've nothing to consume.
Only one more block then I start to earn my pay.
Work, work, work, work I can hear that slave master say.
But wait, something's wrong, empty parking lot - wrong.
And that sign on the fence reads 'Closed on Saturdays'.
Who the heck stole Friday?
You ever have one of those days?
Carl Buntion, Texas
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