four am & all is not well…

just called out of work,

something I rarely ever do,

feeling sickly, but will pass I know,

damn popcorn for dinner, what a joke.

should have had something better, that I know,

but felt like popcorn of the microwave variety,

knew during first bite, but kept right on,

but didn’t, to my own smarts I give one, finish the bowl,

threw it away when I felt not right,

I rarely ever eat it anymore, as I know what it does,

but every now and then, I find it is my goal…

so here I am at 4am, not in bed where I would like to be,

but sitting up and waiting till it gets through,

so I can sit elsewhere and flush it down,

through my system and that of the plumbing,

of the camper bowl that is round…

don’t feel bad for me, as I did it to the self,

this feeling is not worth killing inside, my elf…

                                                                                    (ed)