Work is too busy
Which means no life at all
And also no blogging
No cooking or fun
No seeing of husbands and
Friends are forgotten
Husband is stranger
(as in: unknown, not weird/scary)
Who sleeps in my bed
Twelve-hour days suck
Make me sick and unable
To deal. Or to care.
I don't want to work
This weekend. Last weekend was
enough, thank you much.
I've now caught a cold.
Even my poetry sucks
Mom-sorry I said "sucks".
May run away and
Join the circus instead of
this. Show-biz = B.S.
If I stay absent
you will know why - lion tamers don't
use the internet.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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