Extra Hours
There is no conflict
If I do not engage.
The phone starts to ring in my pocket-
I let it, and it soon falls silent.
I don't know for sure who was calling
But I have a grim idea
I take a swig of my Monster at the train station
The bubbly sensation rises to my nose
Trains take forever on holidays and weekends
But today is Thursday
I used to love having two jobs
But now my heart sinks when I wake up
My left pocket has a secret stash of candy
To pop in my mouth when I feel a mood coming on
The last time I "rose to the occasion"
I earned myself two extra shifts instead of sleep
Some days I wish I lived in a time
When I could celebrate victory with a fine feast
Instead of running by the 7-11 by my house
I would dine slowly, savoring
I would drink the blood of my enemies
But somehow I have convinced everyone that I am too nice.
There is no conflict
If I do not engage.