Leaving Work Early

I’ve got a twenty-gauge and
three shells and I
am going to leave work early.
If I think too long
I’ll hesitate, I
want to leave work early.
Tears will roll. Sure.
Teeth will gnash. Sure.
But I’m thinking of leaving work early.
The day isn’t done,
we’ve got breath in our lungs,
and I sure could leave this work early.
Someone will notice,
someone will have to,
if I leave work early.
The proof will be written
on the walls, the cause
and effect painting the halls,
but I can try to leave work early.
Dad will know, and Mother too,
they’ll scream when they see it.
My shift isn’t through.
But someday I might leave work early.

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