By: Thomas Bess jr.
waiting in the blackness for my alarm clock to go off,
the screaming banshee opens my eyes to pierce the blackness of my four walls.
i see the ghost that is my work clothes resting lazily on my chair;
starched white shirt, black pants, black tie.
out of the apartment.
i wait for the bus.
i waited and cursed my local transit system.
i was late yesterday
i left thirty minutes earlier than yesterday
and i was still late
later than the day before
i felt a cold numbness
i imagined the look on my boss’ face when i tell him the bus was late again
i smile an insane smile to myself
i held my gas station coffee -- sweating palm
the humid air clings to my business casual
gravel and dust make my dress shoes look lousy
i stand congregated with the other losers
waiting for the bus it comes.
no smiling faces
the bus stops
quontavious, i don't think we’re in kirkwood anymore
store-brand coffee brewing in employee lounge
a can with a sign that says 25 cent donation
i put in nothing. i don't have it to give and i need the coffee.
a judging fat blob gauks as i stir in the sugar.
"fuck you", i think in my head.
Talent runs in your family, that is for sure!! I can relate to this, as I think we all can one way or another....
LOL! Yes, I've felt this even if I didn't say it out loud. Thanks for the compliment, Cat.
Your bro also raps, right? He know me? This describes my day to day life. Ha!
Cat's right about how it runds in the family.
The Bess men gotz talents man!Thanks for sharing:-)
He does not consider himself a rapper. As a matter of fact, he explains what he does if you follow that Youtube link. Thanks, brother.
The written and spoken word is definitely our strength. You should hear our father when he preaches the Word.
What's up Stephen. That was cool.
So that was by your brother - good look. I'll have to check him out on his other site.
Yeah, do that. It's good to see him in written form. I'm so used to seeing him express himself on stage.
Yeah, he's good. Thanks.
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