Tell me, skyscraper, How do I look from up there? I, one of many, Who can’t touch your clean air? Do you even bother To lean your shadow aside To not crush the ants That walk at your side? Tell me, sky scraper, With your brow in the clouds, Why do you bother To care … Continue reading Skyscraper
Tag: Work
Long Work Days
Drag my brain along the ground, so the moisture collects crap. Then tell me to pat it off and clean without my brain around.