Stress Ball
Coming home from work late at night,
Angry 'cause my boss fired me.
I glare at things within my sight,
Then I use the restroom to pee.
I don't bother to wash my hands.
I don't care that that is unclean.
I look for someone to talk to.
Tonight I feel like being mean.
Glancing around my apartment,
A tiny ball catches my eye,
Covered in colors blue and green,
Hiding as if it was too shy.
I go to it and pick it up,
Squeezing it with my might and all.
It is one of my precious things,
The one and only stress ball!