behind this closed door...

is an anticipated call that never came,

a dreaded one that came too early,

an unexpected one that brought a smile...

is a fear i'm afraid to uncover,

a secret i cannot share,

a truth i know i have to face...

is a bottle of beer i hope to win,

a shift i push to be over with,

three hours that inevitably are wasted on cheap wine...

if i had a nickel. for every
tear i've shed
time i've rolled my eyes
sigh i've expelled
shit-list i've been on

for just this year alone,

i think we'd all be filthy rich, because i like to share the wealth.