Free Verse—Executive Dreams

Top floor, corner coffin

Annoying Buzz surrounds all

Stress exits in quantity

Happiness is non-existent

Dreams, bustling traffic,

Story of my life—Traffic Jam

Syrupy Sweet, but little is left,

Window with "what-a-view"

Mournful clothes shroud all,

Affairs, schedule, no time for needs,

The buzz continues to screech

Cell phones, laptops, city views

Trips, plane rids, paycheck

The jam grows thicker,

The jam grows thinner

Money can't buy happiness—not that kind anyways,

Past the bums in the street,

(wouldn't want to wind up like them)

Lovely, large, luxurious living,

Four chambers with vacancy.