I feel grumpy today.
Don't come near me,
I may turn bear on your ass
And rip you to shreds.
My eyes feel heavy,
Not even the blue sky fair weather
Averts my mood to safer grounds.
I am salty, too salty
And my mind feels bad.
I can't even muster pretension
To make this poem sing.
No, I'm just a grump
Forced to do things I don't want to do
(which is the source of all grumps
You know that its true)
I want to complain and holler
Then cry in secret pantries,
Think about Sylvia Plath,
Then cry some more.
The world is imposing itself
Too much on me today.
I wish I were an island,
Far, far, far away.
8/09
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