Tired.
Clean up time.
Without realizing
Hands begin to start
Putting the components away.
Laugh and say
This can be finished later.
Yet,
One more task.
Small things are done.
After this I’ll stop.
Keep going.
More things are cleaned up.
Then at the end,
Despite the exhaustion
Satisfaction envelops you
Because that is one less task for later.
It is not wrong
to run away or
leave a situation
that is bad.
What is true cowardice
is to know what is happening
and then just watch
as it continues to progress.
We have a choice.
We can help the victims
or merely turn a blind eye to it.
When you get the phone call
finally
from the referral placed months ago
you feel upset
and angry.
I had a problem
and now it is months too late
to do anything about it!
Telling me there are limited consultation times
only makes me more upset
because it tells me
if I had money
I would have gotten in right away!
Swing high.
As high as you can.
Dare to dream.
That way when you miss
you are not scrapped raw
from the descent.
Expectations are high.
Errands are all mapped out.
One thing springs the socket
and all the chaos ensues.
So on to plan B.
Just try to survive the day.
You live in such filth
why bother washing hands
after you pet an animal outside?
My filth I am used to.
Foreign filth
needs to be washed away.
Choose the rice!
Cauliflowers are the way to go!
Who needs meat?
Or Gluten?
Bread is down
and we are up!
Love us
or your money back!
When you need to get it done.
Yet you push it off until tomorrow.
One more day won’t hurt.
It is important.
So maybe today it will get done?
Or maybe tomorrow?
H
E
Double hockey sticks.
If my brain could process things better
maybe I wouldn’t be so lethargic.
Or perhaps it is the chocolate bars I devoured last night.
You hoped for a different outcome.
You prayed that everyone would be smart.
That the decision would be obvious.
Yet, they chose otherwise.
My only hope now
is that I can survive in the chaos that will ensue.
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