Over four long days
Fingertips pounded senseless
Fifteen thousand words
Over four long days
Fingertips pounded senseless
Fifteen thousand words
Eleventh hour
And the madness carries on
Just bend with the wind
Working on Mondays
Is like a slow sprinting start
Into soft feathers
Rain great for sleeping
We need to reschedule please
I’m at work right now
Pile of DVDs
Big comfy white couch waiting
And then work comes in
Bacon, the soul food What could be better than that? Cube-shape fat pork meat