Chillin, Stressin, Awesomin!
Chillin by the beach
Just Kickin up my feet.
Got no problem,
Man that’s sweet!
Work is there,
But no worries here.
Parties everyday
Is all I can say.
Stress ain’t a bother of me,
With no worries in the world.
So just flee and leave me to be,
To this awesome being. – Me.
Stressin all day
With full worries all night.
These tasks I know I’ll slay,
Which makes this all right.
My boss ain’t impressed,
Guess no break tonight.
Coworkers doing nothin but snoozin,
But I am finishin this fight.
Stressed to the bones,
But IDC.
So leave me to this work,
And to my awesome personality.
Awesomin may be
A fault in the English Dictionary.
But why it ain’t there,
Is why I don’t despair.
That be for those squares
And that just ain’t me.
Cool kid they call me,
Cause that what I is,
But an awesome time is all I need.
This is where we part,
And go our separate ways.
For we are all awesome In our most awesomest of days.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.