Filled to the brim and ready to burst,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Enough to quench a state\u2019s worth of thirst,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Keeping the gates closed, got other matters to attend,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The least of which what\u2019s on display on this screen on the desk,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence broken only by the clattering of fingertips on keys,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not counting what\u2019s in these buds pumping out hip hop beats,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every day, same shit, been this way for a couple of months,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Standing solid but yearning for relief, just this once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yesterday seems a lifetime, been a rocky road since,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Triumphs and tragedies before the latter overtook indefinitely,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the beginning came in threes, breathed a sigh of relief,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Minor tremors but no quake, we back on Easy Street,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Spoke too soon, the ground rumbling once more, an avalanche on its way, little did we know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clock keeps ticking, closing time looming,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Going through the motions, poised and ready for dismissal,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unsure about this job, might land on the chopping block,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Such is the life of temping, gotta find new ways of hustling to keep the dough rolling, bills and that degree require payment,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tempted to let it flow but gates remain closed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clock strikes six, time to head for home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another long commute, back to base at seven,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dinner with folks, with what\u2019s left of them,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lively once upon a time, been a shell of it since,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Awkward silence in the air, lap the meal quick before heading outta there,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wash away the day, bit of studying before bed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lights out but still awake, can\u2019t switch off that head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their cries ringing out, try to shut it out,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mission impossible, the dam finally giving out,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Best to let rip in darkness, away from prying eyes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blubbering ain\u2019t in the description for this unwanted promotion,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twenty years but gotta grow up quick, first-born gotta step up,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Man of the house now, Junior, don\u2019t you fuck this up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Filled to the brim and ready to burst, Enough to quench a state\u2019s worth of thirst, Keeping the gates closed, got other matters to attend, The least of which what\u2019s on display on this screen on the desk, Silence broken only by the clattering of fingertips on keys, Not counting what\u2019s in these buds pumping … <\/p>\n