Dressed for work
You were already gone this morning
having dressed without a word.
I woke up looking at a professional;
instead of my sweet girl.
It is such a crime that we have to give up our time of love
to clock in at work and make some money.
Who decided on this system of living?
What heartless fool thought this would be good?
They were (and still are) such an asshole.
I feel that someone has to say this
or else it will be unsaid.
Someone should do something to
stop this madness of waking and leaving
and missing our warm bed.
I am sorry for being upset today
it only got worse later. Monday means
I’m at my desk rebelling,
throwing stones at all this paper.