I am too tired for sex, but...
Wiped. It's only 4:00 p.m., And my body is saying Midnight. Who am I to argue with my body? The faxes didn't stop, they are still Coming, And heaven help me if the phone Rings again, And "she" wants to know if I am Available. Is there something unclear about "I am not in this afternoon"? E-mails, letters, files, binders, The onslaught of paper Has numbed me, Exhausted me, And now all that...Read On
Added: 28 Mar 2012 | Category: Love Poems |
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