Poem about an angry housewife.

It’s that time again.

As a person living in seclusion I have decided to face the maddening crowd with a very personal and hairy look at the Triond underground.

About a husband who just wants to sit around and procrastinate.

A poem…

A challenge to face. More duties and responsibilities as we became the “new captain of the ship”. This is my first article in the corporate world.