work sucks

A Poem by jess foreman

this person has had enough of working the regular life so she travels and finds solace in a new country

so im sitting here
wasting my time on a piece of grime
playing at a career miss Belvedere

thinking above my peers trying to be profiteers
sitting in the arrears
why am i still sitting here

i want to be away hmm maybe Bombay
or maybe france but there is just no finance
i must stop sitting here

i get up walk through the door
a new start that's for sure
no more time to be poor
im on my way

i enter a flight center
looking for the next get away mr MCcrae
i find a deal looks a steal

off to the best place on earth, time for me to rebirth.
i land in the meadowland beautiful trees and grass surround
sky so blue its profound, there's beautiful bird song sound
it feels like i have been crowned a queen in my own world

i gaze about in a daze with the sun beam on my face
i no longer think back to that awful workplace.
people smiling thankfully no more filing.
this is the place for me cant be found with a qwerty

the breeze kisses my face and tickles my hair
not like in the corporate chair, miss clair
no boss being cross, screaming and cursing
my self confidence needs a good nursing

back to my normal self i will not be kept on a shelf

i will get a better job mr Bob, just you wait and see

my potential will be used to the full and thats no bull
coffee in one hand shopping in the right i know this will be pretty tight

finding a home in this place i like to roam
things are looking up for me mr Jerome.

for all the people who hurt and doubted
yes a new woman has spouted.

enjoying life now is what was required,
working in the field will be fun and i will be healed
real work of ones hands is better than running after brands
a simple life is needed and with that i have succeeded
i have found my place
Miss Grace.