GROWING UP BUSY
Up from bed, off to work
Work like a dead man on drugs
Down from work, off to bed
No time to wipe off the bed bugs
It’s a labyrinth disguised as a sinkhole
Each turn a little deeper
On and on you go and turn and turn
Endless like that dam for the little beaver
How did life become so dull?
A man’s paycheck dictating others’ respect
What I’d give just to have some pause
Enough to accept that life’s not perfect!