Chasing Your Tail
It was one of those rare moments, I bitched about the droning monotony of my employment, She has watched this, Seen it, And recognized something, Perhaps echoes of someone she once was, So she steps in to deliver one of those reminders I need, You're looking at it wrong, I respond loudly, caught up in frustration, She stands her ground, Tells me I'm ridiculous, And waits, It sinks in after the rant ends, How should I look at it? I ask after the anger runs down, She explains it quickly, A few words about choice, These are the jabs, Setting me up for the real point, Then she lands the big one, Chase The Happy, Asshole. It hits hard, She barely knows me but phrases it perfectly to smash through me, It's going on my wall, Maybe my ceiling so I see it when I wake up, Maybe tattooed as a reminder, Chase The Happy, Asshole.