Playing Dead

[audiofool]

well, I'm craven
and I'm cold
always doing
as I'm told
more or less
halfheartedly

punching
the clock
in my blue
argyle socks
gazing at you
contentedly

you're more
than a desk clerk
if I were more
of a knee-jerk
kind of guy

I'd move beyond
the pleasantries
offer up
the possibilities
but why deny

I'm going home
alone

you're a dream
in black and red
here I'm used to
playing dead
grinding out
the 8 to 5
your form keeps
my corpse alive

so I'll muddle
on through
plans for me
including you
on my mind
consistently

pleasing the man
in the chair
does he know
and should I care?
my guess
I'm late history

I'm going home
alone

If I could summon
up the nerve
all the things
that you deserve
wait and see

I'll treat you to
the finer things
designer shoes
and diamond rings
high society

you're a vision
from above
in leather
I'm in love
passion proves
the case
fate is written
on your face

We're going home.

[Moushka]

That's great! Love the ending. Incentive.

[negatvone]

My dear God. This well penned.

[audiofool]

Thanks, Moushka. Thank you, negatvone.

[bags123]

Ah,...unrequited love. One of life'r Rites of passage. Enjoyed.

[audiofool]

Thanks, bags.