THIS IS A POEM ABOUT WAITING TO WRITE 6.12.17

I drank too much

in the afternoon,

waited too long to

write, and now this

is what I’m left with.

What was my day like?

Nothing.

Almost bought a six hundred

dollar coffee machine, and once

I decided not to, you should have

seen the salelady’s face.

Mortified & dissapointed

beyond belief, just like my father

when I told him I may just

carry on with my life and accept my

station as a failure.

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