I'm sick of the routine, sick of the rat race, sick of meeting deadlines and expectations. Morrison offers me comfort with similar sentiments:
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV tower,
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace
Aborted strangers in the mud.
That, and the hubbysaurus' habit of waiting for me to disappear into my office building before he takes off!
Been meaning to review Rocky Balboa and Kungfu Panda. Will do that sometime soon.
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the TV tower,
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace
Aborted strangers in the mud.
That, and the hubbysaurus' habit of waiting for me to disappear into my office building before he takes off!
Been meaning to review Rocky Balboa and Kungfu Panda. Will do that sometime soon.
