The every day man

...its about a man and what the love for money does not only to the one who gains it but everyone around him.

     THE EVERY DAY MAN

 

 (THE GIFT) The every day ordinary man, the wake up and drag your a*s to work and I hate my job every day, man! To broke to buy the good stuff to proud to show it. The every day man play's the lotto, he didn't hit the jackpot yesterday but in his heart there is always tomorrow. He's got a negative $20 in the bank, he's got four balding tires and less than a 1/4 tank. His payday is less than a day away, food and beer he can get today, he writes a rubber check because it’s Thursday night and they won't deposit it until a couple days away, as for the tires will not be until tomorrow and two weeks from tomorow's yesturday, at least that's what he feels today. A bloody eye wake up and a smile from a night to remember or maybe even to forget and never to be spoken of, but the end result is a night with great memories to last until your to old to remember anything at all. Mostly broke but always happy, mostly tired from work but can always count on family. So fast the weekend is now gone, many more will come and go but those memories will forever hold on strong.

 

(THE CURSE)

 

 The feeling of achievement takes over rational reasoning and short after the smell of new leather begins to fade into the smell of cold sweat. The soft and cloud like king mattress starts to feel like a torture chamber of an Al-Qaeda prison cell. Incarcerated in the lap of luxury, beaten and bruised by thoughts of betrayal and uncertainty. (Overnight) a friend turned foe, with murder plots and large cash insurance payment from your recent matrimony hours after the wedding ceremony. Who can be trusted? No one to include self, righteous men turned left. Past bridges burned down in your journey to overnight success, no turning back, long past the point of no return, lost in you own world and purchased acres, millions used on man armed with A.K's for your personal protection Finger tips hurting and swollen from bitten off cuticles, addicted to un-prescribed pharmaceuticals, on bended knee in your bathroom praying to the porcelain god which is not a god at all. He has lost all un-conditional love that he had from others, he is so lonly that he is having conversations with his money... All the wealth in the world and he is miserable, his very own family and friends plotting to kill him, but for that they are to late, his mind was gone last week his body was found today... The long lost dead every day man

Reviews

[Lettie]

Really good, but I agree with Manda... it should be a story!

[Manda]

wow this was really good! but why did you choose to make it a poem. it should be more like a story. the flow and grammar was awesome! Nicely done!

[Mind Giant]

Than you Manda. It was a strange write for me. The greed in humans drives us to do unexplainable things.

[Manda]

haha indeed