Those beers were excellent...
oh...she is in there..............
overwhelmed, tired, all alone
struggling with the baby...
she is such a gladiator...
I should have come home earlier...
How are you doing?
How am I supposed to be doing
amidst this domestic chaos?
I don't have a life of my own anymore
and you don't even bother to help.
I was working
I work too!
Yeah! yeah! you do...but not this fucking late.
*Don't let your ego be bigger than your heart any moment at all,
tomorrow whom you love might be gone.
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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