Caffeine
a pen
I yawn and then
yawn again
nothing flows out except
mothballs
cloth ears they called me
deaf to their pleas
but
I was as different as
chalk is to cheese.
I yawn once more while
weevils bore into my brain
and yawn again.
The snipers have got me
shot me on Monday
sometimes I wish
I was
Solomon
Grundy
then I fall
into the week
because I'm weak
or antique
couldn't hold on to
the
yawn again
dawning on me that
what I see is
what I'll be
by Friday.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Caffeine
a pen
I yawn and then
yawn again
nothing flows out except
mothballs
cloth ears they called me
deaf to their pleas
but
I was as different as
chalk is to cheese.
I yawn once more while
weevils bore into my brain
and yawn again.
The snipers have got me
shot me on Monday
sometimes I wish
I was
Solomon
Grundy
then I fall
into the week
because I'm weak
or antique
couldn't hold on to
the
yawn again
dawning on me that
what I see is
what I'll be
by Friday.
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