David Semenske

Rookie - 19 Points (9/17/58 / Milwaukee, Wi)

Identity Crisis - Poem by David Semenske

I'm dazed and confused
I'm tired of being used
It is not me that you see
It is just your fantasy
It's an identity crisis
An identity crisis

Work all day for my pay
doing it the bosses way
At night I'm a fright
Wondering if all is right
It's an identity crisis
an identity crisis

Weekends here need a beer
Gotta get out of here
On the road one my hog
Acting like a dog
It's and identity crisis
An Identity crisis

All weekend long having fun
Riding in the sun
Seeing sights that I like
While sitting on my bike
It's and Identity crisis
An identity crisis

Sunday night come
The fun is done
Sleeping in my home
Feeling like a drone
It's an Identity crisis
An identity crisis


Comments about Identity Crisis by David Semenske

  • Gold Star - 17,870 Points Kelly Kurt (4/12/2015 1:36:00 AM)

    Know thyself. Easier said than done. Thanks for sharing, David (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
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  • Rookie - 192 Points Rain ... (7/30/2014 12:49:00 PM)

    Identity crisis is a big problem.....the state in which we are having a body but which is void without a soul and that still work like a machine.....
    I love this poem very much, because I too tasted it..

    -Rain (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Poppie Mira (4/14/2014 4:15:00 AM)

    love it! ! well done. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/16/2014 10:21:00 PM)

    very fine, writing, identity crisis, I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 290 Points Jessica Lockhart (3/16/2014 10:14:00 PM)

    Love the poem. Bravo (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014


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