I need to write a poem cause the day is almost done,
And while you've been there plowing I've been in here having fun,
Or sitting, just sitting, just watching something see -
Something like a movie, on someone's large TV.
And I get paid to do it - watching is my job,
Society pays me - it's like they're getting robbed,
The government throws cash into this program that they deem,
Necessary - to help those who can't stand but only lean,
I'm not complaining. I have my job and I'm happy,
The pay it isn't much and the terms of work are crappy,
But spending time at work doing things I wouldn't call - work at all,
Is not too bad, be it summer spring or fall. Or winter.
And winter. This winter. I spend it sitting indoors.
Running through my brain until my brain just starts to wonder,
What am I doing? Is this how I spend my days? In my cage?
No really I'm amazed. Worst poem here's a taste.
Of the year.