Hey sweet babies
Again you're asleep as I come in
Not awake to ask where I'm at
Not awake to ask where I've been
I'm doing what I wasn't allowed before
But I'm still getting my business done
Who says you have to hate your job
I enjoy talking and having fun
I love and want to work
I have to and want to play
I need and want good sex
I want more time in a day
But working so often
I really miss you guys
But when you sleep I sneak away
Escaping all fights and lies
You're all in different stages
And you just can't get along
I completely understand sometimes
Other times I think it's wrong
When all of you grow up some
You'll understand why I can't cope
Why it is that I drink
Why it is I do dope
But you don't know about the latter
I'll keep that dirty part in my head
I'd never lie if asked by anyone
But some things are better left unsaid.
8/3/2006
Angelique' Rockwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/better-left-unsaid/
