In honor of ‘Oh shit I totally forgot it’s National Poetry Writing Month’ here’s an autobiographical poem about my day. Ahem.
“WFH” by bmouse
Today I did what good girls should
a work from home day’s only good
as long as it is understood
by all, that nothing will get done
I’ll piss off down the road for fun
And pick up litter off the byway
Compulsively, and less for my way
eased, one day by karma, maybe
angels on their knees inside a cloud
all six eyes to the periscope
They probably don’t give two shits
And yet the grass is clearer
since I passed
Doritos bags no longer haunt
the daffodils
I found a lake, a stunning place I’d never been
hidden by scrubland off the road from Sears
I’ve only lived here fucking twenty years.
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