rough and scratchy
my face is dry as my voice
shh, some peace in here, please!
turn that damn thing off, would you?
the smell is never clean here, but never doggy
the combination makes my stomach roil
but I have a smile
for this hour at least
the paperwork has not snowed me in
the phone has not pissed me off with it's constant demand for attention
the people have not lavished and bled me
I am still here