Reality Can Be A Nightmare.
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I Dreamt that I lived in Wayne’s world,
Where the money just grew on trees.
And played for a top football team,
Could do anything I pleased.
Say that they had no ambition.
That I’d be seeking pastures new.
Loyalty, mere seven letters,
And I might change my shirt to blue.
They’d beg me to reconsider,
Offer over two hundred grand.
And let me go on holiday,
To play on Dubai sand.
But I wake up in cold morning light,
And realise it was a dream,
I’m not a mega football star,
I just play for my local team.
Reality’s I am unemployed,
I lost my job yesterday.
There is no work on the horizon,
With a mortgage and bills to pay.
The papers say recession,
Is now spreading throughout the land,
Alas I am not in Wayne’s world,
Now life it doesn’t seem so grand
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