Wednesday, August 30, 2023

[Poem] Time To Get Up

 by Emmit Other

Time to wake up

The dream is over

Put that magic sword away

Youve gotta make some dough

No not the famous chef kind

Just the daily grind thats slow

Get your coffee

Get your car

Drive to work

Its not that far

Just a two hour commute both ways

Its barely enough 

To make it through both days

Time to wake up

Time to get a grip

Your dreams have ended

The coffee's on french drip

Smell the eggs

Smell the toast

Join the death march coast to coast

From your bed where dreams come true

To work where they go to die

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OK there might be hope

But Im not gonna lie

The odds are long like your hours

You are probably gonna die

From a world thats boiling

The sky is on deep fry

Sure you might win the lottery

So flap your arms and try to fly

Odds are you will just look like a fool

But dreams can all come true

Flap your arms and fly away

Since you might be still asleep too

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