Poem

The sun shines on the horizon, the mark of a new day

My mind is saying to get up but all my body wants to do is lay

Coffee I scream, where is the local cafe?

Sprinting out the door hopefully today is a great day

Dreading work, because all I do is slave away

I run through these morning routines so often its practically in my DNA

After works done I go to the local YMCA

Shoot some hoops, treating other players like they’re my prey

Going home, driving on the free way

Can’t wait to go home and watch TV, Hooray!

Living the homies, going to say hi to the hombres.

punching and fighting with them, but it’s all just horseplay

It’s cold out, but you know we don’t live in Norway

Getting a phone call, have to pick up because it’s my padre

Hot inside, about to erupt like it’s Pompeii

The sun shines on the horizon, the mark of the end of the day