Your day was stressed. You get home that night and see your babe in bed.
TV’s on. You want to engage in sex; so you kiss her face and neck;
She says not now; she’s trying to watch The Hunger Games instead......
......You called her childish because, today, you couldn’t take contempt,
and there began a dispute; you stormed to sleep on the couch…crashed; interlude....
....Your alarm’s back in your room, so you wake up late, ran fast to your room,
rushed to get ready for work, got in your van and then zoomed;
get pulled over for speeding, got fined, went back on the road and proceeded;
Arrived about an hour late, giving no sir a greeting,
You forgot the proposal you were going to show for the meeting;
‘Twas a horrible day at work and you look forward to leaving.
Had to stay an hour later because you were late, you’re fumed with hate;
The cleaners is now closed; can’t pick up your suits today;
A driver cuts you off, now you’re too enraged to see that incoming truck and can’t move away
BLAM! Your van rolls in a ditched, you’re in a wounded shape as you watch the blood ooze astray
and to your ears, the radio was anew and faint..
The voice of a man was amid all the static and din.. his voice sounded taunting, added with whist,
said his life is 10% of what has happened to him and the other 90% is how he reacted to it.
Your day was stressed. You get home that night and see your babe in bed.
TV’s on. You want to engage in sex; so you kiss her face and neck;
She says not now; she’s trying to watch The Hunger Games instead......
......you say okay, kissed your mate and then.. got in bed where you laid and slept....
....Alarm rings and you awake to find a tray where a plate resides -
breakfast from your babe and it tasted fine. You get ready and leave with nothing that stayed behind.
Smooth traffic. You arrive at work and gave a “Hi”. Your boss said your proposal’s first-rate, divine;
the day went by; you gave good-byes and left and picked up your suits because you came in time.
Everything felt okay; alive …until your babe called you and exclaimed, “you’re getting laid tonight!”
You’re driving, feeling great inside. The radio’s on and your ears gave way to a nameless guy.
The voice of the man was amid all the traffic-esque din. His voice sounded soothing, added with whist,
said his life is 10% of what has happened to him and the other 90% is how he reacted to it.
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