Wats Dere Looking For?
Does you see dem crows rousting in my lawn?
Can you tell me wats dere looking for?
Can you be my girl, I write so much better then?
But loud came the watercooler repairmen—
And chased away my better dream.
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
First glass gone,
Second glass, looming—
What “engrasse” provokes birds so?
Where’s true love, do you know?
I believe I need to find a Muse.
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
We’re gonna have a man’tory meetin:’
Number one billion ten thousand two-ish
Clearcommunicationiskey:
Wats it about? GO FISH!
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
Does you see dem crows rousting in my lawn?
Can you tell me wats dere looking for?
Skeeters, beetles, crawlers creepy-oh!
If only us arachnids knew what was in store….
Posted on June 2, 2015, in Poem and tagged actively dying, arachnids, beetles, birds, bugs, cna's, communication, corporate nonsense, crows, Go Fish!, hospice, hospice workers, lawns, loneliness, lonely heart, manditory pointless meetings, merlot, Muse, nurses, pre-active dying, repairmen, skeeters, social workers, supervisors, true love, watercoolers, wine, wine glass. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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