A Felon like Me

Taylor White

Ms. McKoy

English 2- Block 4

October 3, 2013

 

 

A Felon like Me

 

I am a felon of the world,

My thoughts aren’t so clear.

They think my heart is cold,

They think my life is near.

 

I have done my time,

I have paid for my crime.

A job seems fine to me,

They say it cannot be.

 

A job, a job, a job!

That’s all I want.

Something I can work for,

A way to say I have been paid,

A way to say, NO I am not poor!

 

I feel like a cat,

Begging for food.

Why is that?

Not having a job is killing my mood.

 

Knock, knock, knock!

On my overloaded brain.

Saying you can do it,

So don’t be ashamed.

 

I scream my sad silent cry,

PLEASE I ask you,

A job.

Something to start me off new.

 

Just a call,

That’s all.

A phone call saying,

I’ve got the job.

 

Ring, ring, ring a thousand times!

Yes? I answer on my cell.

You passed the test,

What?

Gosh, this means a lot.

 

Be ready for work tomorrow,

We are loading cargo.

Thank you I say with a faint scream,

You really don’t know how much this means.

 

Work, work, work!

Today’s my day to work,

To show what I got,

To show what I can do.

It can’t hurt,

I’m sure I have nothing to lose.

 

A smile on my face,

Looking as if I’m given grace.

I say goodbye,

As the day ends.

Ready to say hi,

As the next morning begins.

 

Home at last,

It was a very long day.

But ready for tomorrow.

To show that I can follow,

The simple rules of a job.

A job, a job, my job!