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.