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“I will collapse” by Trevor Witt

I will collapse,
Running around like a fool,
Half chicken, half head-less,
As busy as a bee,
And dying off like the dinosaurs,
Trapped in tar, killed by an asteroid,
Unable to avoid disaster,
The impact was inevitable.

I don’t mind.
I just wish I had

A hand to hold.

“Flirting” by Trevor Witt

My mouth is afraid,
My tongue wants to hide,
My brain races, like a car weaving through traffic,
The thoughts of “how to flirt” pile up like a ten car wreck,
And I am looking for a route through this mess.

“Thank God for you” by Trevor Witt

Thank God for you,
My friends and family,
I would have been a workaholic,
But you convince me to stop,
Imploring me to relax,
To smell the roses,
To take a jog,
To play guitar.
I work so hard so that I can spend more time with you,
More money, more eating what we want,
Going out to restaurants I could not afford otherwise.
I work so that I can buy you gifts,
And yet, so often, I can’t.
I work so that I can pay my bills.

But you are the reason I strive.

I strive to go further, and faster,
To push myself to my limits,
And to break them.

For you, my dear,
I am a trabajador.