My Bucket list

The bucket list, is it a real bucket or a real list? I have no life threatening prognosis.

However anxiety builds and I’m compelled to write.  It’s what I feel I have to do.

I can’t explain it.

 Here I sit writing my bucket list. On a bucket as I ice fish.

Does it matter what I see or have seen happening in my lifetime?

 I don’t know what’s what or who’s who. But I wish you could all see the way I do.

(Wish the fish would start to bite too).

I use to fish in my dreams or fall asleep thinking of going fishing.

Anymore I don’t dream.  Instead I fall asleep thinking of what I should write.

I have 8 or 9 things I’d like to write about. I don’t know what order they go.

Overwhelmed? Why do I feel I need to write anything?

I can hardly read.  I can read of course……  It just seems I forget

 From the top of the page to the bottom.  Somewhere in the middle I had to read a sentence

3 times to understand what it meant.  So why do I feel like I have an obligation to write.

I feel like I have a story to tell but just like I read I get lost when I write…

My poems are inspired by experience in my life.

It’s my bucket list!

Man I wish these fish would bite.                    Eo0oo0o0lo0(Gavin added that)

              Bob Jenkens

Being bulliedBULLIED HOMELESS BY PROFESSIONALS

Trans gender sons and daughters

Being in prison/the-american-judicial-system.html

Being homelessit-dont-pay-to-be-homeless-less-than.html

Being poor

Confess my Faith in Jesus ChristThe-Trinity-network.html

Our UN just judicial system and how it abuses poor people.

Being mean! I don’t know why I’m so quick to fight.. it’s not right.

Mainly I want to write something for my dog Mr. Sparky Wagg’s.

These are all on my bucket list. I don’t know the order they go so they’re not numbered.

Why do I have anxiety because I feel like I have to do this?  It’s my destiny.

Why do I feel like I will never get to see ….. I’m going to die then I’ll be discovered.

Who knows maybe something I write will be dug up by archeologist to only be misconstrued to mean something… something to save humanity?

It could happen

I can’t seem to be turned on

Perhaps I'm broken

perhaps I'll die before I know

my life was not in vein

perhaps the morning dew will moisten 

my eyelids awaken me

and I will get to live..

Perhaps...

Ketchup

I'm still waiting...
for something good to catch up to me.
For ketchup to be fashionable
and mustard to seed.
See me skating on destiny
just you watch and see
when I catch up to me!

KETCHUP

Bob Jenkens

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confession (is poor catholic an oxymoron?)

I volunteered a lot at St Mary's at the lakes. 

I did a lot of little things like shovel snow off the roof set up Christmas decorations, I also stood in front of the congregation and read scripture during Sunday mass and helped as an alter server.  I raised funds for the Diocesan Service Appeal. Three years in a row.

 One day I was approached by a man from Sacred heart in Hudson Michigan who asked if I would be interested in participating in a play type reading at the church and I agreed.

 He gave me an envelope with my part in the play. I took it home and studied.
 John Schaub who was married to Jean (Pastoral coordinator) had a part in the play as well, so he drove us down. When we arrived, we found the church packed.

Turns up its Pentecostal Saturday.
I hadn't given it much consideration, trying not to sweat I have to do this in a packed church.
I had been telling myself it's on a Saturday there will probably only be a hand full of parishioners.
 We started mass with a prayer then eight of us who were in the play took our places at different podiums in the church. There were Fathers and Deacons in the front row.

 I looked them in their eyes scanning rows and rows of Parishioners as we performed our parts. I was nervous but I'm proud to say I did good. everyone was listening to me. I'm looking at them looking at me I have their complete attention.
Afterward I took my seat and was ready for communion. Then the fathers and Deacons stood up and took the Alter. They took stations for confession.... I didn't even see this coming. (Am I a Poor Catholic? Http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2014/03/is-poor-catholic-oxymoron.html ).
  Now I'm sweating what am I going to confess? I picked a Father I didn't recognize. I told him "Father I confess I don't feel I'm doing what God wants me to do". I work as a roofer because I failed at another attempt at my radio career.
I told him I use to work in radio. That I've organized and conducted food drives that filled rental trucks with food for the local food pantries. Worked fund raisers for schools.
 I confessed to the Father I use to feel so important and now I'm just Hiding on a roof.
"I'm not doing what God wants me to do." The Father was quick to look to the podium I had just stood at. Nod his head toward it and ask me "why did you get up there and do that?" I quickly responded, "I was asked to". He told me there you go. "If God wanted you on the radio, you would be on the radio"! He told me I was good at the part I had taken in the play. He had also noticed how everyone was paying absolute attention to me as I spoke. He told me I should be an actor or something. He Also told me to do what God asks me to do. It was only weeks later I got a call from children Protective Service and then within days I had my own new baby. I told Jean Shaub Pastoral coordinator "I'm supposed to be a grandpa not a dad" she replied.
" Your who God Needs you to be" And I reflected back to Pentecostal Saturday when the Father told me to do what God asks me to do.   I'm trying!

Bob Jenkens

Thank you, Jean Schaub,
(on the right)

debriefed at the Pearly gates..... You're in Heaven now?

My inspiration for this title:
  Prior to the 2016 Presidential election I was watching the news on tv and it was reported that Donald Trump was at a debriefing. A debriefing I thought to myself? Why would they need to debrief him? Think about it.... Maybe Aliens are real? right? When Mr Trump tweets a picture of real Alien at area 51 It would be like war of the worlds 2016.  Only Global! Imagine the craziest movie plots could be secret reality's./christopher-columbus-thought-world-was.html.
 Really! It's not good being debriefed is it? Maybe There really is no hunger or war in Syria Mr President. It's a front to wash millions of dollars taken from the pockets of working people.
Or more likely. Mr President Our judicial system is no where near fair and just!/the-american-judicial-system.html . Our prosecutors pray on poor people. They use police to gather and write police reports to incriminate poor people that can't afford legal representation. They get court appointed Attorneys that try to get a fast conviction and puts dollars back into the judicial system./who-writes-police-reports-4222015.html .

  I'm just trying to write a piece about these people in our Judicial System who go to church. County clerks, commissioners, prosecutors, sheriff Jack Welch, attorneys stenographers.The court buildings are full of people who know the honest truth. eating poor people.    
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Some day the people of the judicial system will stand in front of their creator and be judged.
on the way they misrepresented reality./city-council-should-face-terrorism.html
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Maybe your family is in the judicial system at the pearly gates you get debriefed?  Your Dad Rick Castleberry is not here! He went to Hell for being such a good prosecutor. and Your aunt? Judge Laura Shadler she's in hell too. for taking peoples homes and freedom so she could live high on the hog. "It's just my job" They say . You know the truth. But you remain on that bench and swear under oath "in God we trust" even still your position gets you immunity? Not at the Pearly Gates of Heaven.
  Unless of course Donald Trump tweets "There is no God or pearly gates"
"I'll swear on the Bible I've been debriefed".


Bob Jenkens

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Debriefed at the pearly gates

You've lived by the book anticipating Eternal life.
confessed your sins and accepted Jesus Christ
Walked a straight path
but lied and cheated people
"It's my Job" doesn't count
Your going straight to hell
do not pass go
do not collect 200.00
you got paid by the hour
You sold your soul
To the devil


(Just like those nurses
from Allegiance health
that murdered my dad).
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The American Judicial system

You've stolen my dreams
you cast me in hell
I whisper aloud
who am I now?

No flesh on my bones
no dreams in my head
in hell all alone
what was that I said?

mean with no feelings
is this what you think?
well I feel and I cry
it's your thinking that's weak

you play God with my life
a bandit with my dreams
but sleep well in the night
it's you who is mean

cast him in hell
that's what you said
his dreams I will sell
that man is dead

In Hell you say
and don't even care
 In Hell I say
I'll see you there!


Bob Jenkens

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My masterpiece master peace?

I'm always working on my master peace!
 A piece of me won't hesitate
To prove beyond a responsible doubt
I am flesh and not a computer
Let the evidence reveal
I am sympathetic with the poor
The judicially abused
I know how it feels

Let my autopsy reveal
The unjust civil enforcement of Law and Order.
In God we trust
If we're free to be free
Why are they killing us
In the streets?

Bob Jenkens

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The trinity network

Close my eyes
watch the little TV God gave me
Scene after scene
of all of my hopes
and all of my dreams
Close your eyes and pray
stays on air 24 hours a day
Eternally begotten not made
Of The Father The Son And Holy Ghost

Reality TV is the life God gave me
His Son for forgiveness for all of my sins
This little TV Jesus brings in gets the best reception

AMEN

Bob Jenkens

My face isn't carved in a mountain I've never been struck by lightning I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor Have I overcome my misfortunes to acquire a name for myself.
I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs from my distraught
existence.

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It could happen...... All around the world! Peace Love and happiness

I can't seem to be turned on
perhaps I'm broken
perhaps I'll die before I know
my life was not in vein
Perhaps ......
the morning dew will moisten my eye lids
awaken me
and I will get to live
Perhaps....

       It could happen!



Bob Jenkens

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short story nails

It's no longer for...

the big toe...
 then the little toe..     

 (generally speaking)
I was just clipping my toe nails:
What's the routine for this?
when they wear holes in your socks?
I bet it's been three months
and I'm not saying their long
only life is short!
every 3 months
four times a year
40 times in ten years
that's what my Columbia central education calculates
80 times in 20 years
120 toe nail clippings in thirty years
160 for 40 years
and 200 times in 50 years
what if in your whole entire life
you only clipped your toe nails 200 times
sounds like a lot even still
that's only 50 Christmases
50 new years eve's

50 today's
even if it's the 200th time I've clipped my toe nails.
my socks still love me for it.



bob jenkens

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sparky at work pouring cement eating roast beef getting loved

If i can just be strong?

my anger only rages more! Politically motivated

I started going to church at St Mary's on the lakes only a few years ago...
I have anger issues and I hoped going to church I would be over come by the Holy Spirit
and my anger issue would be forgotten.. Don't you just love the people nothing seems to bother?
That's who I wanted to become. Someone with strong Faith. Put all my trust in God. Why should I get mad about anything anymore God has my back.... Our whole election has me disappointed.
In God we trust? Right on our money is that hypocritical? God has a plan! I reluctantly disagree.
I wonder does God even see?  I sure hope God has a trick up his sleeve.


Bob Jenkens



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"Thanks Giving" food drive

I miss working at the radio station at thanksgiving. Every day I provided a service to the community telling them what the weather was going to be like today telling them almost minute by minute what time it was while they got their morning routine going.. I might even be able to make someone smile with one of my stupid thoughts or make a birthday wish to someone that didn't believe anyone knew it was their birthday.  "Thanks Giving" is an opportunity to actually help some people. And more than make them smile but feed them. I've broadcast food drives at the Market House in Hills dale Michigan and filled Parneys car care rental trucks with food. I broadcast live from 6 a.m to 6 p.m back at the station the board opping was cover with sales people or djs from the other two stations in the building but at the market house I was almost on my own. Nathan Curtis (one of my listeners) volunteered to help me at the store along with volunteers from the salvation army and captain Duncan. Brent Boyd from the market house deserves most of the credit we fed a community for "Thanks Giving". Brent set up a deal for shoppers for one price you bought the turkey and Brent threw in the fixings. It included stuffing macaroni and cheese corn cranberry sauce pumpkin pie filling and a turkey! for one price that wasn't much more than a turkey by its self. So while I broadcast I told my listeners "buy your turkey here today and donate your fixings." Brent also told me he would sell me food at his cost. I told my listeners "bring me cash" Performance auto motive shows up with 200 dollars. wow we can buy a bunch of food with that 200 dollars.... don't we have some more auto parts stores in town? I asked . I talked up Performance automotive until napa came up to the store with 230 dollars. one of my listeners" Emma" had accidentally swore on the air one day when I put her on the air. Emma showed up and gave me forty dollars under one condition that I stop talking about her swearing on the radio. Mike Mckormick from Malibou tan gave me cash...
I bought full skids of macaroni and cheese. full skids of caned corn green beans.. Skids of stuffing at cost. I think I bought 50 turkeys for the salvation army. I felt important.... never felt more like I was doing just what God has planned for me. It was more than I could even dream about when I was in Prison. I listened to food drives like this while I was locked up.....only the stations I listened to had people.. shifts of disc jockeys coming and going like in the stupid 80s show WKRP in Cincinnati.
My food drive was successful I didn't throw turkeys from a hovering helicopter like Less Nesman.
 
  As important as it seemed it was only a small taste of Gods potential for me...... Imagine...

Bob Jenkens

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the Election for King and Queen was rigged! Columbia Central

I remember sitting in home room my freshman year of high school. Mr Albert the schools vice principle was talking to us over the schools P.A system. It was homecoming week most everyone participating in school spirit by wearing school colors. Mr Albert who was also the varsity football coach Tells us to be serious in our choice for homecoming king and queen. School rumors and student campaigns had spread and students were organizing and rigging the election.
 Jamie Burton was the shoe in as king,
He was dating a girl named ________. they were A cute couple in their senior year only in this rigged election students were casting votes for Jamie (for king)  who was super tall and the schools basketball super star. then because they thought they were funny students weren't voting for ______ to be Queen instead they were voting for ______ ______ a girl not likely to be even nominated for home coming queen. students know it they just think it will be funny to have the king with a girl other than ______. Mr Albert over the PA told us to be serious voting is a responsibility be responsible.
   ______ ______ didn't make home coming Queen but she learned at a young age how elections can be rigged.
  Notice I wrote this the day before our 2016 Presidential election.

Bob Jenkens  


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Indecent

In-decent

          Every things in writing...

                          Written write

          Unleashing innocence.

          Written in true words.

                                    I meant...

                                              I felt...

             I had nothing else

              to lose.

          No choice to choose.

                                       I never was...

                                                       Innocent.!

Bob Jenkens

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In God we trust

In Scott we don't..... I was doing a morning show on WMXE mix 102.5 in a crazy cash give away I was put on fake money good for pizza and subs . just like American money it said in God we trust..... In Scott we don't...
I didn't pick our presidential candidates.
WTF God.....
Do you realize what's at steak?
In God we trust...



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S-Tenacious (my truck)

I recently posted a picture of my 1993 chevy s-10 and in discouragement I said "back to driving this again". I bought it eight years ago for 350 dollars 1 hundred 67 thousand miles on it and needs a clutch,
Maybe in some third world country some under rated mechanics would put it together but I did it in my driveway by myself. I couldn't get the hydrolic clutch to work at first but eventually I did,  In eight years I've also driven a 2002 grand am and a 2000 caviler and though those cars might have been more convenient for my family my truck is a hidden blessing.
I've driven it with no clutch, no starter, no brakes and most recently no coolant. I've wrecked it three times and put it back together. It's been blue and white and then primer white. Then primer white with a burgundy hood and a orange fender then it was all tan desert storm..... it rusted while I drove the tires off of it. It has a 4.3 motor with a 5 speed transmission it can dominate 100 miles an hour after every corner you turn "It's S-Tenacious" I've never drove it easy. I asked Gavin what color he wanted to paint it he said "Spiderman blue " so I painted it spider-man blue, Back to driving this again?
It blew a soft plug two weeks ago I know I've driven it without coolant. Thursday after work jacked it up had to take off a motor mount to get to it. The motor mount was broke! The oil pan was sitting right on the frame, The v-6 engine doesn't have alot of room in the engine compartment but I jacked it up Ben pounded out the soft plug I put the new one in and we put in the new motor mount in less than two hours.... It's S-tenacious 2 hundred 61 thousand and I can still do as fast as I need to go.
Ask Sparky when was the last time you did a hundred? Yesterday and the day before that and the day before that.......He looks so content sitting over there with his arm up on the arm rest. he don't care were looking through a cracked windshield.... just that were not walking  we've been put together again. (why can't I fix me?)

put your fist up....Lets fight!

I don't like to fight but I won't run from a fight. To quick to often I'll fight for whats right.
my knuckles will go up as soon as a threat is felt. I will go on the offensive to defend myself if a threat is yelled from across the street. I could never shoot anyone! I'm sure I couldn't be capable of taking a sharp blade and pushing it deep into someone costing them their life. In fact in a fight when blood starts flowing
we need to consider what were fighting for?

/dont-stay-down.html I've stopped fighting just to catch my breath
I've caught my breath
and never realized
life's to short
to just agree
sometimes we have to fight

to make others see









Different people will remember me differently
some of them i won't remember
or I'll remember them differently
if we see each other differentely
we probably didn't see things eye to eye

debates tonight Presidential .....

Can't imagine the debates will be to exciting. Maybe protest out front should be expected. 

I'm sure neither candidate will be asked if police should be allowed to police themselves. 

with all the racial tensions being broadcast in the media professionals are failing to recognize the real injustice continuing to plague poor Americans. I was born a poor black child just like Steve Martian in the jerk. even still I wonder why third party candidates won't be allowed to participate. http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2015/05/welcome-to-united-states.html

shouldn't we get to look at our available options?

Do you think gas and oil prices will go crazy after the election?

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Teacher popped my bubble

I use to do a morning show on 102.5 in Hillsdale Michigan. I was happy on the radio.
wishing people happy birthdays promoting food drives making people smile all on the radio.
Listeners at times don't want to smile. I was asked why I had to sound so happy? couldn't I just shut up and play music? I just laughed at those listeners. One time a school teacher from hillsdale called me. she said I had such Poor gramer  she couldn't believe they let me talk on the radio. I didn't know what to say.. It knocked me off my show. I talked with a senior radio personality John Sebastian who told me if someone calls you to tell you you suck that's still good. I was quiet the rest of the morning.
But the next morning I opened up my microphone and I talked to my listeners about a teacher who had nothing better to do but criticize a dumb disc jockey. I continued with my birthday wishes and tried to make people smile. except for that one teacher.... "I'm glad I'm not in her class"... she called me in tears. can we make amen she asked." I told my students I called you yesterday now they all know your talking about me".  Its what inspired me to write "Is snot funny"

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It could happen

I can't seam to be turned on
Perhaps I'm broken
Perhaps I'll die
before I know
My life was not in vain

Perhaps the morning dew
will moisten my eye lids
Awaken me
and I will get to live
Perhaps?
It could happen


Bob Jenkens
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Peace begins with Love! So let's give a little love for international day of Peace.

Humanity....quite simply put.
People need to believe
What ever they need...
To be at peace with themselves.
To save this planet from our own selfish greed.
No hate in believing....
Peace could be believing in you
And believing in me!
Humanity
Show me yours and I'll show you mine.

Bob jenkens

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Contemplating Suicide

If you think....
"I could never kill myself"
Often
are you contemplating?
if you debate...
"who will get by without me?"
Are you simply waiting?
are you really even alive?
sometimes I pretend to be alive.........



Bob Jenkens






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accidents happen

Accidents happen! They are inevitable you don’t see them coming or you would take evasive actions to avoid one.  Sometimes we hurry plus our minds are distracted   and life’s reality crashes on us.  Bam an accident! Is it going to cost a limb? We weigh out how it could have been worse to accept the actuality of “the accident” I still have two fingers or at least I still have my thumb.  In others we might consider how many lives might have been saved.   We have to go into a salvage mode to put things back to normal. It’s the consequences to the accident that can make things seem UN mend able. You can’t give up or quit right? We proceed with a” life goes on” mentality until we can fully accept the consequence. “Man I wish I hadn’t done that” but it’s too late.  You don’t have a time machine take what’s coming. Maybe we can take a life tragedy and turn it into a good thing? Look at the positive. Sometimes in life is it accidental or tragic we have to accept reality “it is what it is”./2014/03/damit.html

This is what I have. Where is it?  I want to be? Or not to be? That is the question.  Where I am right now cannot be an accident even though I’m threatened with homeless. I want to be on the Ellen show. Ellen takes care of people in their life stories. My stories documented with poems.  If she put me on her show and I could explain the inspiration of each poem people would buy my book and I could come down off the roof and show my cause for the poor people. I roof for a living because it pays my bills and I’m really good at it. I sometimes imagine God carries me on a roof. You should see me move. One time a neighbor to a house I was roofing told me I looked like a little kid on top of a great big pile of sand when I’m on the roof.” That’s the best comparison I’ve ever heard” I told him.   I can carry two bundles of shingles up a ladder at the same time on a bet a dare or to impress a pretty girl. Lol. I imagine God carries me because roofing seems so easy to me and a roof is just a shelf God has put me on until his purpose for me is revealed.  I sure hope his plan is not to make me a famous roofer.  Like Michael De Angelo a famous painter or Jesus the carpenter. As much as I like it I’m just   Scott the dumb poet who roofs houses by his self.  My mom always told me I’m not funny when I think I’m funny. My girlfriend Christina tells me I’m stupid.  Maybe I am stupid. Never take me to serious unless I’m serious you can tell the difference by reading my disclaimer/2015/10/my-disclaimer.html. I only try to be funny so life doesn’t seem so hard on me. As hard as life has been it could be worse. It has been no accident! God has a purpose for me.  If you’re reading me now it is no accident. I need your help!https://www.facebook.com/bob.jenkens.1840/videos/vb.100007232684493/1419220234995719/?type=2&theater 

share me like your trying to save the world

The Write Way: 911

The Write Way: 911:                                               911 There’s 9:11 am And 9:11 pm There’s September 11 th 2001 We refer to it as nin...

poison sumac

turns red at the first hint of fall..
it's when I start to stall
my summer
because my cheeks Rosie with coldness
I don't relish the thought.

(poison showers crying antidotes)


Bob Jenkens

Afterwards the trees start to change...
Trees are amazing living through are brutal winters....the link to "winters here" Next


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ill

This morning I worried
Before I even opened my eyes
Worry woke me up
I feel relieved
To slide this pen
Across this paper
With irregular breathing
Emptying my mind

Bob Jenkens

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Job related stress

I sometimes wish I were in a battle
With loud banging gunfire around me
Fighting with all my heart for some purpose to expose and save my life.
Explosions echoing through tree's and over hills wanting to attack
The action
Seems to be in the next gorge
Ravishing through thick brush and then belly down sliding down the gorge
To find empty shells
And again
Echoing gunfire from over the hills
Only louder this time
My heart pounds to the consistent banging
Bang bang bang
Sitting up in pure sweat
Clutching the alarm clock in both hands
No use for the snooze button today
Its back to the battle!

Bob Jenkens

I wrote this while I was working for mix 102.5 as a program director and morning show host.
now I'm working as a builder. this is a poem about missing my destiny. My purpose is not to be quiet. I write about my struggles in everyday life. share my struggles if you can relate to what I write.

watch the video..... the houses are jobs I've done by myself . First is my ketchup poem then job related stress. I spent seventeen hours doing just the audio. Every gunshot noise is placed in the piece. all the voices are mine as well.

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My last dollar

Every week I spend my last dollar
Living week to weak
Never giving up.
I'm not lazy
I roof houses by myself
I'm Waiting
for my lucky break?
Not to be broke

I'm still waiting for something good to catch up to me!




Struggling writer
I sometimes think it makes their day
To see me struggle
And sometimes I wonder what if I didn't struggle?
What if I were rich?
I'd probably fall over dead.
Hypothesis....
The struggle is what I live for
Sometimes I get up
Just to struggle some more!

Bob jenkens

coin star Christmas

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