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Answered emails
trashed the spam
said I don't give
a tinker's damn
about that report.
Then a call from Mort:
"Print what you got,
ready or not."
Elevator was crammed
its doors were jammed
bells were ringing
my ears were stinging.
Car wouldn't start
I was coming apart.
Cursed slow poke truck
asked the son of a duck
why he dawdled along
singing a song
when I was late to dine
and forgot the wine.
Eyes bulged and teeth grinded
and bypassing my mind did
my angry foot bolt
right past the dumb dolt.
But once again I was slowed
by machines and the road.
Got home and she'd eaten.
I knew I'd been beaten.
Before my final crash
I went to take out the trash.
28 degrees felt just right,
I needed cooling tonight.
Then I saw the light of the moon,
looked up at that silver balloon
surrounded by an infinity of stars
and the newly discovered planet of mars.
In that perfect circular clearing
this day's damage disappearing,
a moment of peace came to me
and with it a flicker of sanity.
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