wow, this was written fast.

[wanton_hearts]

head aches,
hands shake,
four more hours till day break.
lower fees?
blistered knees.
squeezing, sucking for the need 
of a "better life,
without strife."
slow opponents, sharper knife.

Denver wrongs poems, so I decided to try my hand at one. 
I haven't written in a while. so yeah, hope you like it?
it's basically about mcguinty tea-bagging us,
and me drowning in work. -shrugs-