by yerton

Created on: April 18, 2008

Where is my payday?
Can I survive,
Like waiting for Godot,
Will it arrive.

Payday is a legend,
It may not exist,
Or lives with Gorillas,
Deep in the mist.

Maybe it swims in the river,
Or climbs on the rocks,
If transformed into money,
It probably talks.

So seldom it is seen,
Just 12 times a year,
So when it arrives
We will hear a cheer.

It will creep into the bank,
Like a thief in the night,
And be gone by the morning,
As my creditors give fright.

So hear I will work,
Day in and day out,
While the legend of payday,
Is gossiped about.

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