I keep getting horny at work and I don't know
who else to tell. Do you know what it's like
to be forced to walk around to get what you want
to get done? I'd rather sit all day then stand
for a little while before the end of my shift.
You're not breaking my heart but God
damn you're close. I'm going to think,
for a while, where you can't see,
near the baths, to begin to consider
I may be on the wrong tracks; more
importantly, though, I need time
to consider the dragon
I was chasing was
the wrong
one after
all.
