Dog Day Afternoon
I sat in the yardwith my dog
to kill time
before my next
excruciating shift
at my soul-crushing job.
I thought about
all the ways
I would love to quit
about all the jobs
I'd rather have
about all the reasons
I'd never have them.
The sun was so
shriekingly hot overhead
that even my shadow
didn't want to come out
from under my ass.
I wiped the sweat
from my brow
and pondered
why I bother with anything?
It all seems so pointless.
"I just don't get it," I sighed.
My dog looked up
panting,
and said
"Me neither."
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-06-26 at 08:49
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