Poem 1 - Livingness

Wake up every morning,
Breathe in the fresh air,
Feels good to be alive
Feels good to know we're still there

I look out my window
The sky is covered by clouds
Who will watch the watchmen
Who will save them when they scream and shout?

Get ready and head off to work
The same old boring job everyday
Where are the angels that I was promised
Where is my sunshine when I wanna make hay?

Done for the day going back home
Time to unwind time to relax
I don't want to be myself no more
Gimme my money, gimme my six-packs

Chopping vegetables to make my dinner
Cut my finger there is some blood
Wish I could punch him between the eyes
Would love to see his body hit the floor with a thud

Munching on the same food that I have everyday
Changing channels staring at the same old crap
Is this the kind of life they wanted me to have?
When she left me, I wonder why I didn't give her a slap.

End of the day, on the bed, about to go to sleep
May sweet dreams come to me
Life will go on tomorrow as another day
Maybe, after all, this was how it was meant to be