Second Entry
The Gravy Train
(A Short Story/Slam Poem)
So many think it's all gravy / to stand around and get paid to do easy-peasy free work with no meaning. / Do you know who makes your gravy, Sir Lazy, Dazy, "can't even face a challenge today"? / It seems weak, when so many can't see that this gravy of which I speak, / is laboured hard by those who care about the economy. / So keep leaning / and let us stew up the freedom you get to feel by cheating the system, and hoppin' on the gravy train. / There's no pain when you think it's all fun and games, / until this train wrecks, and you're left with a salty gravy mess. / That's just more to stress about, / why not get out of that boat, and realize that it takes effort to live, / opportunities come and go, / but that doesn't mean you should follow the flow of what's easier to show, / because there really is nothing to show when the gravy train flows for you, / and all the chances pass by before you have a chance to do anything about it. / So get off that lazy train, gravy is for biscuits and fries, / I tell no lies, it'll all go to your thighs if you keep up the bathing in gravy and letting the real work pass by.
Cheers!