Penalty

 The sweetest time I could make,

Penalty,

Like smelling cupcakes as they bake,

Penalty,

The only reason why I come to work,

Penalty,

Is making them pay for their mistakes,

Penalty.

Hellow Yello

 C

I can pick chair hare nou

Curly mop

What a shock

"It's all coming to an end,"

Let's suspend...

Youthful exhibitions require emotional instability

The problems of few moons seem so 

magnified 

amplified

As seen through

Lens untrue

Of the divisions of time aka

Middle-aged kids

Soon adorned with

Graying blurs of

Gritty wisdom,

stoic schisms

i no knot

But eye sea

What could be

Much of nothing

And nothing to know.

Much of nothing and nothing to know

Another One

 This is why I don't take the safety talks seriously. I'm the safest MFer on the block, but my employer gives us this demonic spontaneously combustible shit then tells me to be safe. How in the everliving F does this make sense. My wife tells me about her day. She taught a great lesson, picked up the kids, made some banging tacos. How was my day? I didn't erupt in flames while sitting in the drive through of Taco Bell. I escaped another potential day of death once again. Only 59 million days to go. Wish me luck! Oofaloofa I feel better.

Steely Damn

 Tough times make tough people. 

Keep your eyes on the finish line and everything will be fine.

The cold man blows hard on my heart,  but I've got places to see. 

I'll keep my feet moving and 

won't let his hard stare deter me. 

Focus on the music,  and 

keep the body grooving. 

The fierce wind beats bruises on my chest and wraps its steely fingers around my neck. 

I have to keep going

with everlasting  power in my hands 

like a stalwart defender 

in his very last stand.

Tough times make tough people. 

Keep your eyes on the prize,  and your spirit will only rise.

Su Mani

 What does that mean?

Are you trying to kill me?

The demon.

I gotta write this down.

Thoughts.

Voices.

I gotta write this down.

Off

 I came downstairs, jubilant.  The best I've felt in a long time.  I quit coffee and booze, successfully might I add, on Dec. 30, 2021.  I felt like I was drinking steadily since 2020.  I've been tired since, with the traveling, peopling, and finally,  quarantining.  Not tired. Exhausted and on the last fumes.

I've been cuddly all day, snuggly since last night.  You asked me how I felt.  Elated, I hugged you, and then I was jolted back into the numbing reality of your resentment.

"I wish I could get a day off. Oh, wait, I can't."

Just like that, my sunny day turned dark and stormy.  The guilt I feel when I heal is unhealthy.   It makes me hold my tongue, and I can't even look you in the eye anymore because I feel guilty for merely existing.

Misery loves company, so I'm better off in my own company.  

The PO

 Although this time is stressful, and it's easier said than done, take this time to recuperate, because you're not the only one, to deal with the madness, of the local PO, who fires the willing, and only promotes the slow.  It'll take time, but chances are you'll be back with backpay.