Heading In To Work (poem)

I want to be a slug-a-bed
Sleeping in my nice warm bed
But now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

Thoughts are swimming round my head
About the stupid things I said
But now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

I feel I’m hanging by a thread
Like butter scraped on too much bread
And now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

My mind turns to the day with dread
A thousand messages unread
Because now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

I wish I’d ran, I wish I’d fled
But now I’m on the bus instead
But now I’m on the bus instead
Heading in to work

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

9 thoughts on “Heading In To Work (poem)”

  1. Love the rhythm and repetition of the two lines:
    ‘But now I’m on the bus instead
    Heading in to work’

    The drudge of having to go through the repetitious of the tedium and the bus and work just add to the feelings perfectly. A flowing poetic creation. Very fine. jk

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