Money and No Honey

[homeyjay]

arriving home from an aspirant day
looking forward to filling my girth
pride one gets from accumulating pay
enables me to place schillings in the purse
anticipating the muting of the city streets
inexplicable is the feeling sustained at home
commandeering the remote propping of feet
one of the greatest joys that I've come to know
as I watch the boob I find myself nodding
I secure my domain and I douce the lights
half asleep in your seat is a bad way of starting
the transition from hectic day to blissful night
jump into bed prepared to rest up for tomorrow's rat race
all in all I had a good day yet a tear still runs down my face

[Conduit]

ah man what a flashback I just had off this.

even though this rhymed, the rhythm of it was interesting and not at all corny. that's something you seem to do pretty well.

last line was a hard-hitter, too << something else you seem to do well.

good poem.

[homeyjay]

ah man what a flashback I just had off this.
even though this rhymed, the rhythm of it was interesting and not at all corny. that's something you seem to do pretty well.
last line was a hard-hitter, too << something else you seem to do well.
good poem.

Thanks My Brother! I'm glad that you could relate to this piece. Way to dissect a brother's piece too and may I commend you on your perceptiveness.
Thanks for peepin' and speakin' hj.

[Irish-dipstick]

i agree with conduit you manged to take a subject which anyone could drop a corny poem to and you made it work dam...homey really steepping up....

..peace