|
|
Comfort Food
I pigged out last night
On doritos and mint ice cream,
I was fired from my job
And lost a beautiful dream.
I am still stressed out
But, not too much as of now,
It is slowly going away
I'll find a way to fight it, somehow.
They can stick the job
And shove it up their ass,
I was a great employee
They got rid of me too fast.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.17/2007
Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
|
Vote for this poem
Please Comment On This Poem
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
