My Cardboard Balcony

To Let The World Explode by Belinda Roddie To let the world explode, the one that I worked so hard to create and to maintain - with its tall mountains and majestic sky, its deep oceans and rippling, mighty plains - to let it collapse and look just the same as it had been before I arrived here and left a book embossed with my own name - aye, that could be a fate that holds less fear than that of attempting to salvage all. I often hear advice of how I should fight for what I've build 'til I'm 'gainst the wall, but these cold bricks do my shoulders no good; I am hunched over, worn out from the pain, my heart rate quickening, both my worlds strained.

I never drink coffee, but at night, I'm wired. I hate afternoons 'cause I'm always tired. I manage a store where the best are hired, with the wife and the little baby boy I sired. Now time to eat my tiramisu - I like the coffee flavor, just not the coffee brew.