poem: dour mood much

loganbrightworks poems 2019-07-042019-06-29

dour mood much
dang
all this prep for nothing
a smile on my face as I fight to keep the pace
and then another weekend, too
to waffle waste and tarry

Published 2019-07-042019-06-29

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