Money, Money, Money...

I feel the pull of the tides, the rush of poetry's song
something new, something irresistible 
like a musical rapture.
I drink it down like wine.
 It's just a little fantasy I have learned to pretend is not there.




Work and Family and Fantasy

 Henry dances his way outside and,
 Desmond takes the remote with little dinosaur hands.
 We are watching Gumball again. Henry recites the whole thing.
My parenting skills are shot since the new job, consumes.
Is it too much to ask, I just want to be a philanthropist.
Spreading the word to the masses,  breaking away from the time clock.
Yes, I would like to show my boys that we can live in a world, that is cruelty free. Free of labels and preconceptions, just free.
All, I need is some dough, but I am stuck working for to little pay and not enough support. Don't tell me that you will fire me if I do not drastically improve. Threats do not work on me, I think of them as a dare. I'm very competitive, I have to reign it in sometimes.  You don't want me for an enemy. I can fight back. I will change the world with one thought, on this couch in the dark and writing these word. The whole world is going to listen to me. There are special people in this world and I am the champion.
That is the crux of the matter. It's not an easy thing to get out of the trap. God, I worry about that struggling until the very end. Never going farther then this job.



Our car was repossessed yesterday.