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