King of the Car
I have a problem,
her name is "My Wife".
She claims the house is her domain,
but complains when I call myself "King of the Car".
She hates driving,
so I graciously drive on family trips
and she gets to turn around and
try and make the kids shut up.
"I have to pee!"
"I'm hungry!"
"She's bothering me!"
And of course, the classic,
"Are we there yet?".
...Friday 21st October 2016 8:03 pm
Autumn
People line up at my door.
I ignore them.
It’s windy and rainy and cold
inside.
They line up,
and frantically shout at me,
asking me
why the sun is gone inside.
I am drenched,
cold, and rubbed raw
by the wind and snow,
blowing on my face.
I want to step outside,
but people will run to me
and ask me why
it is raining inside.
I w...
Friday 21st October 2016 2:32 pm
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