Get A Job!

By jolono

Mon, 24 Feb 2014
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6 comments
 

You’re boring, keep snoring, pick your pants up of my flooring.

You’re lazy,think I’m crazy, this aint no “Drivin Miss Daisy!”

You’re a brat, give me back chat, stop playing Mortal Combat!

You’re a loafer, think I’m your gofa,  take your feet of the soddin sofa!

You just sit there, in that armchair, your lifes going nowhere.

You're a fella, but you're yella, go on, get ANOTHER can of stella

Youre a punk, eat junk, and my house now stinks of skunk.

You’re a slob, two bob, get yourself a fucking job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Certificate 18
Poem
Poems of Life and Love
Rant

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

I love this so much. The tone is great and that last line is a killer! I just burst out laughing at the end, and then felt bad because there's a serious message here. It follows on from 'Sort Your Life Out' - Brilliant!

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I too thought this was a killer poem...I mean that in a good way Joe!

Really well put together and I can tell a lot of thought went into it.  Mind you'll probably tell me you put it together in a few minutes...ha...ha!

Great stuff!

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jolono on

Well spotted Bee. I think this might be her reply to "Sort Your Life Out", if it is, then they deserve each other!

 

Submitted by jolono on

Hi Jenny, You're right about the work. Sometimes things just come along and you write them down quickly but this took a bit more time. Thanks for the read.

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

A reply to Sort Your Life Out!  Only stumbled across this because of Jack Winter. I bet it took ages - each line answers her line and the rhythm's precisely the same. I think this is brilliant. Read aloud, by that man above and her, it could be an on stage bust up.

On a serious note, this is endemic of contemporary relationships.  We accuse 'You're' rather than 'I feel.'

 

Submitted by jolono on

Thanks Vera. Glad you liked it.