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.
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