Poem -

Importance of a good team

This is real life it tests you see 
I am grateful to live and I'm grateful to be 
This is what they call real life 
what comes along with that is trouble and strife 

This was never meant to be and easy ride 
And often all you want is to run and hide 
this is what we live, this was meant to be 
this is called life, we both live it, you and me 

See the one thing that gets me through  this 
Is the hope that one day it will all be bliss
Bliss? what is this you ask of me 
Knowing the answer to this is the key 

See my boss stands by me relentlessly 
I don't know why, it's not his duty
Chance after chance he has given me 
Not 1, not 2, not even 3 

This poem isn't meant to be depressin and shit 
This is my time to show my humour and whit
I'm not all doom and gloom I promise you that 
Even if you do think I'm as crazy as a bat

I am funny and humble, caring too
I'm rude, sarcastic and sometimes blue
I promise you this what you see inside of me 
Will often on good days bring you happiness and glee 

From the bottom of my heart you will never know 
How you supported me and helped me so
So I guess this is my time, this is my way of telling you
How grateful I'm am so grateful to have you 
Not to mention my primrose crew 

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

Pfff

Every day I wake up,
and every day I feel pain,
the question that’s always in my head,...

Poem -

Who’s looking out for me

Waking everyday full of anxiety
Wondering who is there looking after me
See I’m lost and...

Poem -

High flyer

This is the question that taunts me so
I try to live my life and go with the flow
I question...

Latest poems in Comedy, Freestyle

Poem -

She A Nasty Girl

Stay in your lane

She a nasty girl...
She got venom in her bite...
She that toxic kind of toxin.. that makes...

Poem -

YOU EARNED IT

YOU EARNED IT

They bet against you didn't they?

They thought you were nothing?

They were your Teacher...

Poem -

Grave Reality

Grave Reality

Eventually my temp friends
the tipping point will be reached
where our walls of delusion...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com