Bad hair day
Bad hair daysWe all have them
You step out of bed
Miss the carpet and put foot on the cold tile
Stub your toe on the bed leg
Your hand slipped off the door handle
And
A split nail, sod it, that makes two
The toothpaste squirts onto the floor
You look in the mirror
A glowing pimple on your nose
The radio plays the one you cant stand
More traffic then usual
Arrive late for work
You are asked
"How are you today?"
You answer
"Okay thanks, just fine"
Everybody in the office is okay
Everyone in the office looks just fine
Everybody in the office has a glowing pimple on their nose.
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2016-05-10 at 13:01
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