The Smell of a Hard-Working Man
By Andrea Lam
3 a.m. my hard-working man comes home
To the one he\'s thinking of, the girl who seems to live alone
He only visits her once a month with hope she still hasn\'t found love
He greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek
Then pulls out a cigarette with his bundle of weed
I stood by him as he reeks of blood, sweat, and tears
He then yeets himself onto a couch and pops open a beer
La la la as my drunkard yaps away
He gets up, gently grabs my waist, and begins to sway
Our hands pressed together, we\'re dancing in the middle of the night
He then pulls the curtains closed and turns off the light
Hold me tight he said in a deep soft voice
For soon I have to leave I have no choice
We sleep peacefully on the ground his arms over mine
Tomorrow morning is when I send him my final goodbye