An Average Tuesday

Hi Honey,

I won't be home for dinner.

Even though you made my favorite,

I am working late at the office.

 

The boss was on my case today.

Scattered pens and ripped paper.

Mashed keyboard and shattered coffee mug.

I didn't meet my quota.

 

I'm not as good as the other workers,

But I try my best.

I am going to get fired,

Or should I just quit?

 

Honey, I love you but,

I won't be home for dinner.

Let my food grow cold, stale, and rancid.

I'm never coming home.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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