by Sam Battig
I guess I was born to be intoxicated with hope;
Sometimes it’s a journey most of the time –
It’s just a bad joke.
And every day it gets less and less exciting;
I would make a difference,
But I’m busy faking this.
Instead of trying,
Change my shift from now to never,
And I’ll pretend I’m fine.
Why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line?
WHO IS SAM BATTIG?
I met Sam at Bank of America, where he works as a teller. I see him almost every day. He is a hard worker, efficient and amicable. He is well-liked and respected by his colleagues.
I recently learned that he is an aspiring poet. He leaves his poems on the desks of his co-workers in an attempt to encourage them and brighten their day. With Sam’s permission I am posting his work for a wider audience.