Ambition Attrition
My butt has melted into
this chair,
these flagging spirits
pollute my air.
Right about now I just
couldn’t care,
I’ve got the remote, not
going anywhere.
Flicking through channels
lickety split,
seen it before, nope
that one’s not it.
Eyes getting blurry as
images flit,
amusement comes hard
when in a snit.
Called into where I work
saying I’m sick,
they’re pretty sharp; they
know it’s a trick
Just couldn’t face the boss’s
weak schtick,
his caustic verbal jabs often
cut to the quick.
Sittin here in my drawers eating
Cheetos and Coke.
This blaring infomercial is
really a joke.
Fumbling for my matches to
light up a smoke.
Higher ambition I’ve no visible
hope to evoke.
If you haven’t already guessed,
it’s another Monday,
but the workingman game I’m
not willing to play.
I’m sure that by Friday’s arrival
I’ll find a way
to show up at eight sharp to
collect on my pay.
Submitted for the Back to the Basics challenge hosted by Bonnie
My “A” word: Ambition
By AlwaysMyWords
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