I do not wanna
be sitting at work.
I’m feeling cranky,
a bit of a jerk.
I wish we were home
laying in our bed:
you giving kisses
to my aching head.
It’s not that my job
is uninviting;
It’s just that it’s not
all too exciting.
Plus, I’d much rather
be at home with you.
Doing the things that
we both love to do.
