I keep falling off the edge of the earth, but never fear, I’ve taken to carrying a grappling hook with me.
Note to Self
Decorate your surface
So that none can see
The ‘you’ underneath
Hiding behind the tints
The jewels and the hues
They’ll never see you
Contact the relative
Deploying the buffers
The many evasive methods
Face interrogation
They only want what’s best
You left an empty nest
Pack processed foods
In a grocery bag
Too poor to do anything
Fancy with arches
Let alone hats and crowns
So you must snack
Labor for the hours
These mundane tasks
Trying to satisfy the time card
There are many empty slots
But you don’t have the days
You really have no shot
Discard your anxiety
And take out the trash
This is adulthood
You stand where they stood
Complete all of your duties
And make room for a smile
Sweet Dreams!
Ashley Kirtman 