Just another day in Paradise

Just another day in Paradise.

On the cusp of a new day was the old day that reeked of wine and roses, vomited onto what was left of my existence. Hanging onto a tattered, rumpled mass of tear stained cloud , that smelt of every gutter of this world, with it’s corners dipped in saliva, but not yet tossed because of my persistence.
Oh no another day is coming, I can see it’s light being forced through a slit of those now half hung , dust laden, web encrusted, poor excuse for a window cover. The must of the drudgery that is the daily grind instilled in us all, to be forced from a glorious slumber, to drag not one but both legs from a horizontal stance, only to drag a pile of wrinkled day old clothes from dirty floor, to adorn this stone gray beauty from showing its blubber.
Run a brush through teeth, a brush through the hair, a look in the mirror try not to stare , grab a cup of Joe and one for the road, then down the stairs and off for the road to fight with those there. Down the street with a screech where it’s hard to smile with a clinch on your teeth, and why baldness on your head was from pulling your hair.
Another day on the job, another dollar not saved, just another oh hum day in the home of the brave fighting just to stay alive for all that we crave.  Oh for the day for which we aspire, an RV in the park on the day I retire, until then the boss said tilt that barge lift that bale , until then my friend you are my slave.
Now home again, home again bound, home by the hearth to the crackling sound, there in my lair I lay without sound, listening to the heartbeat of my own demise. As I lay my head down on my pillow and raise my hands to the sky’s, I thank whoever’s up there for letting me make it through just another day in Paradise.

ByGWRoggenbuck
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