matt donehue

Heaven and Hell poems 

Good Life

The reflection of the rising sun off the ocean waking me from my sleep

Blankets, soft and fuzzy, fall off my body as I get up to stand

The smell of bacon and pancakes as I walk down stairs

Eating on the couch and not getting yelled at

Walking into a closet and having so much clothing I don’t know what to wear

Walking outside and getting into my new car 

Driving downtown to the arena, getting ready to play

Winning another game and playing with teammates

Free BWW with the mates and celebrating the victory

Going back to their crib to party and have fun

Leaving past midnight and finally getting home

Cuddling with my pillows and watching Netflix

Falling asleep with the television on and dreaming about the great day

What a good life that would be

A life not worth living 

No time in the day

No time to play

No food to eat

No shoes for my feet

No cash it bank

No gas in the tank

I can’t get a job

I look like a slob

I can’t pay the rent

So I live in a tent

I have no friends

 So I don’t know the trends

No reason

No purpose

I don’t want to live this life