Friday, August 1, 2014

F*@k, I'm tired -A crappy poem

I'm tired.
I'm tired of waking at dawn to walk the dog and staying up late to walk him again, because that's when we won't collapse from the desert sun.
I'm tired of Mike's employer not paying him (it's been 2 months now) and we're so broke we can't buy school supplies for my kids, who start on again on Monday.
I'm tired looking outside at the beautiful sunshine and being crushed by the overwhelming heat when you step out the door.
I'm tired of things breaking, (drawers, mirrors, dishes, medicine cabinets)
I'm tired of things leaking, (the toilet, the tub, faucets everywhere).
F*@k I'm tired.

*Thank you for indulging me with my crappy poem.

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