[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "home". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]
Home- Squiddy Geiger - July 17, 2012
Where do you go at the end of the day?
When work has been done, you've had your say.
Where do you go to escape the rat race?
When your need to hide, or perhaps to save face.
You go where it is safe and familiar and good
You go where your mind can relax, as it should
You sit with a beer, or some mellow substance
Your mind lets go, escaping from circumstance
Here is the place full of welcome interaction
Here people fill you with loving satisfaction
Here you find fulfillment and joyful pleasure
Here are the good times without measure
Filled with the happiness that makes you return
Filled with the playfulness of jokes out of turn
Filled with the knowledge that you'll meet no harm
Filled with the happy shouts that greet you: "Norm!"