my argument with the sun
the only time the sun shines
is in between my window blinds
making those depressing lines
what are these meaningless signs?
the moon will come out
and the darkness will shout
its not wanted, the feeling of doubt
tell me, what is this all about?
what did i do for the sun
to leave without having any fun?
it left and nothing was done
sigh, my work had just begun.
a talk is in order for the day
after tomorrow, i will have a say
in how long it should stay.
if it's about money, who should have to pay?
yes, i know it's a job
a tough job like the mob
but you should not rob
for it is worth a good sob.
this argument is not over, please
think this through, i am on my knees
you have become such a tease
everyone is crying even the trees.
This poem was written by rsimons on Jun 04, 2008.
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