You

I hate how this works,
You think I don’t hear,
“Not working, just slacking,”
“You’ve got nothing to fear.”

How the hell does that happen?
Do you KNOW what I do?
Would you really be this callous,
If this was happening to you?

You just don’t care,
What I do with my time,
Just as long as nothing happens,
To you or your dime.

Work on it, you can do it,
Shut the hell up,
A writer’s got other problems,
Than a dirty plate and cup.

Flames would go lovely,
With the drapes and couch,
But there’s no fireplace,
It would be a nice touch.

Burning this place up,
Letting all of it go,
Just me and my laptop,
Writing the show.