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The Smell of a Hard-Working ManĀ 

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