Fun is the Enemy

What is this thing you call life?
Getting up tp start another dreaded day
Working hour after hour to make cash that simply disappears
Overwelmed, tired, hurt and aching

Where is this long awaited fun?
It seems so far away and so distant
Squeezed out of life like juice from an orange
Dried up like an overexposed flower
Simply thrown out of town and never found

Fun?
It's so foreign, never heard of, unexpected, unwilling wanted, but never reaped
Pushed aside, without anytime, a diamond without a shine
Neglected and opposed as if fun created a crime
Imprisioned without of thought, for fun can't bring you fortune

Fun is sacraficed for work which brings you those great assets
Fun creates a barrier if accepted in your life
Bored may I ask? I'd know I'd be.
Without a dash of fun, I'd be completely overrunned.

5-28-03 Ashley Lauer

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