Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

His name is Murray And he's in no hurry

Poetry By: I U Ahmed

A poem partly based on someone I know.

Submitted:Sep 26, 2009    Reads: 45    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


His name is Murray,
He's thirty two,
He's on the dole,
And he's in no hurry,
He lives alone,
He can't afford food,
Not even a telephone,
All he can do is moan, moan, moan,
He lives in London,
He lives in a black and white box,
All of his family live north,
What happens?Who will know? If he gets chicken pox,
He majored at Imperial College with a third,
And apparently he thinks that will land him with a bird,
He wouldn't work for anyone, He can't hold down a job,
Not even for good money, Not even for the mob,
His parents can't stand him,
He's selfish, he's misplaced, he's so dim,
He has no direction, he's out for number one
He cant complete anything, not even the washing can he get done,
His parents can't stand it - now who will marry him?
Not Lisa, not Julia, not Aleshia, not even Jim
He has no future, he has no aim,
In a flash life just went and came,
He has no purpose, he has no wish,
Just like a bowl of wet reeking fish,
His name is Murray,
He's in no hurry,
His life is trash- a pile of waste,
There's no meaning, there's no prospect, there's no haste,
Someone needs to throw this dog a calling card - a bone,
Because if this continues, this whole lifestyle, this whole cycle, he will die alone,


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.