Despite my grimace and deficient stature, / I lead a life most fine…
Amidst the chaos of minutiae and my daily corporate sorrow, / I struggle to remain in the present, to avoid thinking about tomorrow…
As I lie prostrate upon the hot, cracked ground, / I remind myself: in order to go up, I must go down.
Amidst the chaos, the hustle, and bustle, / It’s easy to forget: cheers to the happy couple.
Scrub-a-dub-dub, / Little puppy in a tub: / Why do you look so sad?
My energy wanes — / Despite attempts to refuel, / I cannot manage.
From here, everything / Resembles scurrying ants; / I’m invincible.
Looking up at the / Steel and glass giants, I can’t / Help but feel so small.
The clock face says I am done; / Life’s duties have just begun.
Woe to grace and chivalry; / Tonight, embrace revelry.