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Posted to Poetry

i'm at work dying to get to my home
i have a wife that needs a hug
a dog that needs a walk
a cat that needs to be petted
a day that neds to end
and a dawn that needs to start.
why do we awake?
all i want- could be found
in the tender sweetness of my wifes thighs
i hate mondays and i hate tuesdays and i dislike hump day
thursday suck
and fridays would be better if they started after saturdays.
oh well
on with the sad lil lines of work..