My bags are packed
both physical and mental
I’ve had my fill today.
Running on empty
never enough sleep
same ol’ same ol’
faces, excuses, annoyances galore
groans, remarks either silly or snide
Ah, something different,
Help comes running;
two young boys with delusions that they’re men
Gossip mill begin your thing.
Thumbs and dexterity plus a good signal
then the lips whisper the news.
Less than five minutes,
Finally escape for everyone looms
the weekend seconds away.
But I’ll never forget
the look on his face
as his anger screamed from his hands
clenched and crunching again and again.