My Vice Walked Away

My vice sat down in front of me the other day.  I said nothing; thought nothing.  I stared blankly into its eyes.  To my surprise it stood up and walked away.

The Mounting

it is weighing me down
the incessant meanderings of dogs
and indiscretions mounting up.

it is living in secret
it is living in the spotlight
it is searching for peace under a rock.

it is pissing away money
it is doing half the work
it is leaving some of the bad for tomorrow.

it is the pressure
it is the pressure
it weighs me down and out.

an alligator pokes at me with a stick
its my impatience mounting.