The Daily Report 032620111050pm

Tired is not the word for how I feel, Homeward bound from another day of work, Enjoying the ride that becomes a perk, During pen sessions, not behind the wheel. A nice hot shower, and a home cooked meal, In the comfort of the home where I lurk, Leaving behind the memories of jerks Yelling at me for a consumer deal. Relaxation becomes my short term goal, Enveloped in a blanket on my bed, Positioned as still as a lump of coal, Organizing the thoughts left in my head, Resting my un compromised, weary soul, Trying to forget every word said.