A funny poem from January

This post was on my other blog, and I thought y’all might get a kick out of it. It was back when I was looking very hard for a place to stay, and I was starting to just go bonkers. (Not because of the company, but just because I was tired and working hard.) I will post about Nashville and many other thoughts tomorrow probably.

A Monday Night in Georgia

My brain is fried,
I wish I had died.
No, not really.
I guess that is silly.

I’m just so tired
I wish I was hired
by someone who
had an apartment for you.

No! Not you!
I want one for me.
But that I can’t do,
‘Cause there aint one for free.

So now there are lists
gripped in my fist
of factors to think
and money to sink

into that hole,
just don’t take my soul,
for an apartment to find
is stretching my mind.

Roommate or not?
How much to keep hot?
Is the place very clean?
Are the neighbors real mean?

How much do you ask?
Are you wearing a mask?
How soon can I move?
HEY! YOU ARE THROWING OFF THE EMPERERS GROVE!!!!

*sigh*

After buying a car
just last week,
I’d like to go far
a lady to seek.

OK, just kidding
I don’t really mean it.
But that nice little car
has lots of “green” in it.

Although it was a deal,
but not quite a steal,
it’s a nice little ride,
and roomy inside.

That was my venting.
And I wasn’t relenting.
Saying all the things
that came to my mind….RINGS!

Ok, I am done.
I surely had fun.
That is my post.
I pro’ly like it the most.

(Wow! It’s amazing how much better I feel after belching out that poem. It’s like telling someone my problems. Any way, the blabering is over. Let the comments begin.)

P.S. As a disclaimer, the comment about being hired by someone who had an apartment is not meant to be any indication of my opinion of my current employer. It simply rhymed, so I said it. :o)