Tonight's Poet Corner: Date And Time
Date And Time
by Belinda Roddie
It's gotten to the point
that we crave Taco Tuesday
the whole damn day
and it's actually Wednesday
to the point where Good Friday
was actually Good Saturday,
and Sunday was rainy, but
Monday was sunny, so it fucking
felt like it was Sunday.
While the clock keeps ticking,
the calendar takes a massive rip
from its bong, smoke evacuating
its mouth like frantic people fleeing
from a plague. "This shit's way better
than I thought it'd be," it loudly opines.
And after a while, Julius
will share a tea time with Augustus,
and September and October will
actually be numbered properly again,
and Christmas will take place on
Valentine's Day, and I don't know
how old I am anymore.
by Belinda Roddie
It's gotten to the point
that we crave Taco Tuesday
the whole damn day
and it's actually Wednesday
to the point where Good Friday
was actually Good Saturday,
and Sunday was rainy, but
Monday was sunny, so it fucking
felt like it was Sunday.
While the clock keeps ticking,
the calendar takes a massive rip
from its bong, smoke evacuating
its mouth like frantic people fleeing
from a plague. "This shit's way better
than I thought it'd be," it loudly opines.
And after a while, Julius
will share a tea time with Augustus,
and September and October will
actually be numbered properly again,
and Christmas will take place on
Valentine's Day, and I don't know
how old I am anymore.
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