Poetry

Day 21 of 69
Pansy is gold,
Day by day I miss my dawg.
So I start a monologue:
Why am I working abroad,
When I could just sit at home?
Bro, relax.
It's just a year,
Which aready passed half.
And at home you know it sucks;
Even though you often laugh,
You'll end up with holes in socks.
Sacrifice!
To have a boss life.

I'm a chef in Iceland and I prepare sushi for whales, puffins and seals. Also I have big arms.
Give me a short story plot and i write you a poem.

Seems like you're reflecting deeply. Sometimes sacrifices pave the path to a brighter future. Keep pushing through, and remember, it's okay to miss home.

Hi everyone 😉
I’m software engineer. 
I like traveling, cooking and my cat😻