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Life In The Express Lane
A poem on the harsh reality of a life wasted.
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“Life In The Express Lane”
04/06/07

Last bell rings.
High school finale.
Forget all that knowledge.
Screw exams and papers.
No more education.
Nothing but eternal summer.

Twenty years old.
Still living at home.
Time to get a job.
Can’t sit around on WoW all day.
No more freeloading.
Nothing but some part time work.

Lunch break’s over.
Thirty minutes of bliss gone.
Back onto the line.
Ring up those purchases.
No more free ride.
Nothing but minimum wage.

Twenty five looking forty.
Still working the register.
From noon to night.
A stream of empty consciousness.
No more dreams of grandeur.
Nothing but bills.

Grave yard shift over.
Two more jobs to go.
Have to feed those kids.
Should have caught a nap in the back.
No more time to have regrets.
Nothing but obligations.

Dead at fifty.
Overworked, underpaid, under-educated.
Never appreciated.
Stuffed into an oven and then a cheap urn.
No more life.
Nothing at all.
© Copyright 2007 Chris & Christina McCoy (UN: silverfyre at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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