Rush & Mush or Scrawl & Crawl?

I rush to catch the train. Then crawl home in the rain.

The parking lot is full. There's no space left for me.

I sulk and pout, then decide that's not the way out.

Tioka & Gudrun are keeping me going.

In spite of my horrible rhymes, they make me stay with the times.

I learn about Facebook and blogging and Twitter.

They teach me to show and not tell, and make me speak out.

The mush my life has produced in its rush is my fodder for writing.

But scrawling and crawling sounds like so much more fun, so I think I'll crawl back to the station and get on the run.