Rambling Poem by Victor Osorio

Sitting here
During lunch
Sipping on my drink
It's fuit punch
Waiting for my cue
To get back to work
Theres alot to do
Sleepy but alive
I can't wait to leave
I go home at five
Going to your house
Laying on your welcome mat
The door hit me in the face
Your father chased me with a bat
I ran in the slowest pace
Finally I got home
Blinded by the headlights
I knew I wasn't alone
When I regained my sight
I found out it was you.