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Struggling Artist,To Death Do Us Apart

I wrote this poem,to express my personal struggle between working a mundane job,to be able to survive , living pay check to paycheck. While pursing a second life as a Artist,Poet, Comedian,teacher. Surealworld Illustrations
21 июля 2010

God wakes me up to greet the morning,
I rebel, and roll over, and ask for ten more minutes.
My mine is souring with a thousand things to do,
before I can fly out the door.
To dogie paddle my way through a ocean of humanity,
to get  to work on time.

At work I slave away most of my life,
at a hectic mundane job, to maintain my life.  
I day dream,and I scheme,
about things I would like to create,paint and write.
To make this world a brighter, and more colorful place.

When I get done my job,
I feel like a dirty,tiered slob.
Like a hamster that just had a heart attack,
from spending all day running on his exercise wheel.

I kick off my work boot,like throwing off a pair of shackles,
I clean myself up.
Then I pray to God, for Him to jump start my battery,
to live my second life.
To create, write,and paint,
To make this world a more brighter,and more colorful place.

Written by Stephen J. Vattimo  July 19 2010







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