Resigningly retreats
With stocking feet
While kisses
From her lips bestows
She shuts the door
And quietly goes

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Sick day

I stare at the passing bus
Wondering how much
The wheels would hurt
As they roll over me
But it would be extreme
To watch my body bend
And break
Just for the sake
Of getting out of work
When the only reason
I don’t want to go
Is there is so much life
I want to live
(I think I may need a new job folks.)