Wednesday, November 28, 2012
The white zone is for the unloading of your soul.
The red zone is for loading of fears only.
There is no unloading in the red zone.
I want to park my carcass, drop my luggage
and loose my old kit bag on the first flight out.
I wanted to talk, she wanted to walk.
She listened, I bristled. I shared. Does she care?
Work is a four letter word.
My passion is in my other pants.
The suit makes the man.
Sensible shoes make for a happy boy.