Dog Day Afternoon

I sat in the yard
with 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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NicholasG
Dogs can be so obsequious :-)
Good writing. I enjoy the third verse especially.
Nick
2009-06-26



One of those days huh Rap? I really enjoyed the meandering through your mind's internal conversations, style of this poem. And as to the final question, it seems to me that we do get 'what it is all about' just when it is out of reach...The End.

I for one optimist, hope we learn something along the way!lol

Smiling at you,

tai
2009-06-26