Imagine grey, a sky like arsenic
Clouds like insulated fiberglass
And it’s raining too

I’m standing outside, feeling soggy
Looking greasy
With a sad umbrella just
Waiting to crack its ribs and turn
Inside out

It’s a contest, the first to blow apart
And rot in a landfill wins

I have coffee, but it has skim milk
And looks opaque
And smells like…
Tea
Squelch down the avenue
and run into someone you don’t want to
Accept the murky blanket of the day
And trudge along
Because today belongs to the Drudge