SAND BURIES
She sits on her fat ass
surfing the Internet, visiting for hours,
balancing her checkbook,
reading novels;
no time to give me my work;
she stuffs it in a drawer and waits.
The world revolves around her.
She’s up here fifty times a day
looking in folders and the drawer,
I thought she’d find it eventually.
I got slammed and all she can think
about is her work piling up in the drawer.
The world doesn’t revolve around her.
If you don’t have time to bring my work down,
can you call me, and I’ll stop what I’m doing
and come get it?
Yes!
Bitch.
I choose to stay in my area
and deal only with her on business.
Her loss not mine;
I’ll be happier.
So will I.